The Candle
My sister, Sue bought the memory candle and its holder for the family after the death of our father. Our loss of him was heavy like a fog that wouldn’t lift. The candle brings us comfort. It’s a white tea light surrounded by a silver wrapping that prevents the hot melting wax from spilling out onto its silver plated base. The orange flame flickers through the pink stained glass in the shape of a heart. The light shines through the rough glass, casting it’s glow. It’s symbolic of Daddy’s presence still within our hearts. It’s a beacon of hope that reminds us that one day we will be with him again.
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