is always a somber day for my family and myself. Ten years ago on this date we lost my brother to a motorcycle accident. He was 23. He was my parent's youngest child and only son. He was two years younger than me, and the best friend I have ever had.
Every year on this anniversary, we try to get together at his grave site and have a little cemetery picnic. My brother was a new age kinda guy (even though that term probably has him turning in his grave right now,) and he enjoyed burning candles and incense. Perhaps he would be more comfortable with the term pagan, although I don't believe any of his interests had anything to do with ritual or religion.
I enjoy bringing him candles, incense, and beer. These are the offerings I'm bringing to him today. I hope he enjoys them!
I'm not religious, and I'm not much of a superstitious person, but I hope that a part of him knows how much
I miss him.