I could kick myself for not thinking of it myself. I wish I had done it at Notre Dame where we visited on Monday. I've talked before about how much she loved when I translated Anatole France's short story "Le Jongleur de Notre Dame" from my high school french textbook for her.
But of course, the story doesn't take place at the cathedral, it takes place at a some abbey in rural France, so I went to the church down the street to light a candle. And then later we happened to head to Montmartre for dinner and climbed up to the Basilica of Sacré-Coeur, where I got to light another candle for my mom.
I feel all lit up myself and the most present I've felt on this trip. Thanks for the idea, J <3.
Pic: View from the steps of the basilica.
3 comments:
What a powerful act, to make a little light.
J is full of wonderful ideas; she's a treasure.
I think lighting a candle/creating light can become a wonderful tradition to honour your mother. No matter where you go, you can light a candle, leave a tea light in honour of your mother. Think of all the small memorials you can place all over, in Nature, in the world, to share her light!
I am so glad that you were able to do this, and that it brought you some light. My cousin and I lit candles at every cathedral/church we entered when we were in France, for our parents and our grandmother. I wanted to do it when I was in France in 2018, the year after my father died, but I didn’t get any cash that year and I felt bad doing it without leaving the requested euro.
I’m so glad to see your posts. This grief shit is HARD sister-woman.
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