For my Akhu,
I pray the lands of the dead treat you kindly, that you know only the kindest days and the grace of moonlight, that food can be found upon your altar and your name lives on in the heart of those who love you and on the lips of those closest to you.
I pray that the kindness you’ve taught me can bring smiles to those closest to me right now, that I learn to process grief and that you can help me hold on to the names I know and may soon see depart from the earthly realms. That they are judged kindly and welcomed by you.
I ask to learn from your wisdom and to be able to grow to the best of my ability.
All my love.