Tomorrow is the Day of the Dead, and we put together a little altar to remember our loved ones who have passed on. Pictured are my parents, who died way too young. My mother was only 41 and my father 56. Paul’s parents are pictured, too – they lived longer – into their 70’s. There is also a picture of “Papa when he was a girl” – my maternal grandfather, born in 1898, wearing a dress in the days where boys graduated into short pants. My father’s parents are pictured, too… oh, I miss them all.
One frame is empty, and signifies a sadness that I have this year with people who have withdrawn themselves from our lives. It is a very sad situation, one that has left me feeling bereaved.
Of course there is some tequila and beer and a candle. It should have a whole bunch of marigolds and a package of cigarettes, but our altar isn’t perfect, just like us.