For as long as I can remember, Mom and I have lit three candles when someone we love was about to leave this world. Always three candles and always lit when we heard the difficult news, and (mostly) kept lit for three days. “Lighting their way to heaven” we said. Across the miles, it was our private ritual. It’s Mom’s turn now, so I invite you all to light the runway for her. Some dear friends have started already and txted me their photos. It gives me great comfort to see them…(especially since I can’t light any here aboard the Good Ship Waking Nightmare).