It's that time again...

Oct 25th - The Night of the Heroes.
Oct. 26th - The Night of the Seers/Teachers.
Oct 27 - The Night of the Martyrs.
Oct 28 - The Night of the Bards.
Oct 29th - The Night of the Recent Dead.
Oct 30th - the Night of Remembrance of Family Pets
Oct 31st - Samhain

I'm not going to write an entry for tonight quite so soon (it's barely the 25th) but I will. And I'd love to read anything anyone else wanted to write about their Heroes who are no longer living. Honoring the Past is a good thing to do, once a year.

Night of Heroes

I don't think I'm going to post this in time for it to be (chronologically) the 25th, but oh well...

I didn't really have a Hero in mind, tonight. I went back and re-read my entries from the past. When I first started observing this tradition, I'd written a short comment on Mike (Kane):

The Night of the Heroes. Well, Kane was on my mind, of course. I miss him. He made me feel safe, small, petite - and beautiful. And when he asked if he could fight for me in Crown, I thought it was the highest honour I could achieve because it showed how much he trusted me. Remembering that helps me curb my snarky tongue sometimes. Not often enough to do him honour - but then, he did rather appreciate a tart remark sometimes.

... it seems that I just couldn't, really, write about him. And I still can't. Then I went on to write about my sister-in-law, Patty and last year,it was my maternal grandfather.

They are still my heroes. There are other folks who qualify. I thought of George Washington Carver, for instance - quiet, determined, so incredibly intelligent and so able to hold his dignity in the face of such ignorance... that was a man, my friends. When I was a child, one of the ways I stayed sane was to read - and his story was one of my comforts. But I'm not really sure what I can say about him. His perseverence inspired me. His committment to personal freedom and dignity - ditto. But I haven't the words, tonight, to honor those who are my heroes and so I'm leaving you with just links to read.

Thank you, those of you who shared your stories here on LJ. I smile when I think of a Scot who was everyone's 'papa' and a Grandfather who was so very strong and so very clear in a grandchild's mind, even 30 years past his travelling into a different Realm.