
Although our large Jack O'Lantern is past its prime--his cheery angled features now a portal for flitting fruit flies--I was determined to keep him around until the Feast of All Souls. The children are already familiar with the symbolism of the decaying pumpkin surrounding a burning flame--the body decays, but the soul never dies. Last night, I thought I would add something new to our tradition, placing the Jack O'Lantern at the feet of Our Lady to remind them that Our Blessed Mother is the comfort of the Poor Souls in Purgatory.
Saying the rosary in the blackened room, Jack's shining face, but not much else, could be seen with its burning smile. Within a Hail Mary or two, I smelt a bit of smoke and realized that the tall, fat candle within was beginning to singe the inside of the lid. Lifting the top off by the stem, the candlelight streamed upward, illuminating the Blessed Mother so beautifully that it made me sorry we could not keep our pumpkin beneath her always.
You may have noticed I have not been posting pictures to this blog lately, and that is because my camera is broken. (It spent a night in our diaper bag in the company of a leaky water bottle.) Sitting there in the dark room, with Our Lady's image glowing and the children gathered round with upturned faces, I longed to take a picture more than ever. Our rosary completed, I remembered that our laptop has a "photobooth" function. After some effort and maneuvering, I managed to take this picture of Maureen--it is a grainy image and the flash takes away something from the scene as it truly appeared, but I thought it worth sharing here anyway.
Yesterday afternoon, we visited my father's grave, sprinkling holy water on it and saying prayers. The children learned the importance of visiting the graves of our loved ones and praying for those who have gone before us. During the next few weeks, we will to try to visit my grandparents' and Daddy's grandparents' graves as well, never forgetting these good people who passed along the gift of Faith to our family.
Speaking of grandparents, today (November 3) would have been my father's birthday. Please keep Cornelius J. O'Brien in your prayers. I am praying for your loved ones as well.
Eternal rest, grant unto them, O Lord, and let the perpetual light shine upon them.
May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.