The sun sinks below the horizon line and grants us a beautiful beginning to nightfall. We gather at the village cemetery to decorate the graves and light candles. Prayers, in the form of our traditional songs, are propelled into the night sky by our combined voices. After our singing, we make our way to each gravesite, pausing to remember those who will forever be part of our lives...whether they lived long and full lives or whether they touched the earth only briefly. I am humbled by this experience and grateful for the riches that my ancestors have passed on to us...not earthly riches...but riches that cannot be bought at any price.