Peco often solemn. What many can be a celebration of fashion senseless and (best-we-a-halloween!), To me brings insights and internal dialogues with the participation of several partners. I try to talk with them with "Those who are no longer."
And I like to remember, find your photos, think like them, make a space in the middle of the house just as if they were to visit and sit in the room. Mezcal my grandfather's cigars my great-aunt, the beers from my uncle and aunt .
And my grandfather , the most recent absence.
In the village of my parents (like many) are accustomed to call "new offerings" "logical," when is the first time someone is starring in one. The family friends weave and embroider napkins with saints and religious motifs are used to decorate those instead of confetti. It is also made an acrostic with the name of the newly deceased. My grandmother asked me to write the Hermilo. As you can see, I'm just a person of letters, but did my best to write something that would have pulled the old man laughed. I've been thinking about it almost every day. Even my mother said that to hear me speak, saying "nonsense" constantly feels that he hears his father, I'm just as outgoing and talkative than he. I myself realize that there are aspects of my character look a lot like starting your own. I turned a year a month without seeing now.
My dad prepares each year a perforated white box in the shape of a cross to which he puts a spotlight and placed in the top of the offering. The way my mom is arranging things and the number of candles that we have meaning. His brothers and his father occupied a privileged place on our altar. Since childhood I liked to see the market getting overheated Jamaica with bouquets and bouquets of flowers, candles, bags with skulls, incense-oh, the subtle aroma of incense filled the house. She told me a legend of "the soul alone", that soul who has not put an offering and therefore gets a light "extra" in offering dedicated to her. Since then I am sad how easily many dead are forgotten. Several years have gone to the French cemetery to visit the semi-abandoned tomb Basave aunt. About 70% of the tombstones are no flowers in full day of the dead. It's sad. It is also chilling to see the monuments of the graves of children. Angels are neglected and aged who are gloomy. Most are from early last century, it is easy to see that almost all these children and unborn babies died at a time without vaccines or penicillin.
The Day of the Dead is a celebration of nostalgia, attachment and stubbornness. I do not see it as a purely humorous event where the Mexicans make fun of death, I see it more as the night where we say: you can not ever separate us, while I live will not make him forget them. I
fantasized about my own offering. How not to do if you've been three times around materialize. I want to be majestic. I garnachas paths and sauces on my altar. Cigars, tequila, mole. I put my best shot and my favorite music background. It is the height of egocentrism: I will not forget me when I'm dead
And what more would, again, is to view it. That last is the greatest desire I have in life. Ja!.
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