It’s a perfect day grey and cold with the threat of rain. Our Ancestor altar is set up with loving faces looking back at us. It all makes me think. Of people and of place
These gates have welcomed generations of my family through them. I have shared this space with ancestors I never shared time with. I first entered them at 3 months old. Though these gates will also be my final resting place as it has been for generations of my family.
There is something very special about knowing where you come from and to have such a deep connection of family.