I'm not Catholic, but I grew up that way, and there's something comforting to me at times about the lighting of a candle and the uttering of a prayer. Today is one of those times. One year ago, I had to have my beloved pet put to sleep. I've quit listening for him when I come home, but I still miss him almost daily. It's amazing how empty my house, my life, can feel without the little fella around.
So this morning I got up early to light a candle by his picture downstairs.
Sometimes it's comfort in the little things.
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