In the corner of my living room sits an old, dusty lamp. It’s base is chipped; and the shade, dingy and creased. My lamp is always lit, as a beacon of sorts.
A reminder? A memorial? A path to home?
It is a bereavement lamp, of sorts. It has been shining for over 15 years, and will keep shining for as long as I can keep it going. It is a reminder to me of love known and lost, and the knowledge that one day, we’ll be back together again.

            






            
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Your Comments Are Welcome!
I never thought of giving a bereavement gift. I've sent flowers and plants, but nothing more. This is a lovely idea.
I was unaware of the lamps myself until my husband received his. It makes so much sense to me, that I don't understand why I hadn't heard of them before. Thank you for your kind comment!
This is such a sweet and interesting article. I'm sorry you have two such sad losses. I have never heard of a bereavement lamp.