My father-in-laws’ funeral was held on Christmas Eve. I asked my husband if he’d like to light a candle for him or do something on Christmas day to remember him. He answered by pointing to his head and saying that his memories were all in there. There was no need for a candle or new customs. The daily word prompt of candle got me thinking of what people leave behind when they go. I’ve written about this before in End Days and believe that we live on in the people we leave behind and the things we do to make our mark.

I do realise that many people light candles and have customs for remembrance and if that works for them then it’s wonderful – I don’t mean to belittle their choices and I also use such customs. This is a personal poem on how I’d like to be remembered.

Don’t light a candle for me when…