Tuesday, November 5, 2013

kempster all-saints day

This week, many people have celebrated All-Hallows Eve, All Saints and All Souls Days, but my family has one more of its own: November 5th.

It started back in 1888, when my father's father Edward Llewellyn Kempster was born on that day. And it remained a major day of celebration until grandpa's death in 1990, having lived to be 101.

But only a few years later in 1995, my mother died on November 5th, followed over the next couple years by two of my father's siblings—my uncle Brenton Kempster and my aunt Mary Kempster Hand—both passing on that day in subsequent years.

The year following the last of these deaths, my father called to say that there had been yet another November 5th passing. I braced myself, only to hear him say, "I tried to start my car this morning and found the battery was dead."

In my family, we use the day as an opportunity to send the "traditional" Facebook post or email, to wish each other well, and say "be careful."

I wish the same to you all.