My grandfather visited me in a dream...
I walked over to where he sat, not more than 10 steps away. "Baba?" I asked. Baba looked over, and his pale blue eyes lit up with that mischievous sparkle I always knew and loved. His face exploded into a smile, and he called my name out in his thick Danish accent, lifting his arms to me, inviting me into his embrace. I leaned in and hugged him tightly where he sat so distinguished, our faces pressing up against one another, holding each other like we'd never let go. I angled my face and kissed his left cheek, and told him that I love him, as the tears began to roll from my eyes.
I woke to the dark of our room, but I could still feel his arms around me, I could still feel our cheeks pressed to one another.
Connecting with and paying homage to our ancestors via ritual is part of many magical and cultural traditions.
Thank you for the visit, Baba. Please come and see me again soon. You and the rest of my honoured kin that have gone before me are always welcome to join me in my circle, now and forevermore.