The Candle

I lit a candle for my beloved in this magnificent church last night. He took his life on November 10, 2011. His father was the Presbyterian minister at this church. His mother was mentally ill. She used to hide halibut in his boots in his closet after his father died, afraid the parishioners would steal their food. He could never go back to this church after his father died and his mother went crazy. It felt like coming full circle lighting a candle for him.