Otherwise known as The Day of the Dead, the “Dia De Los Muertos” is supposed to be a celebration. But I had my reservations when asked to join Big Sis and Bro-In-Law for the occasion. My head said that I wasn’t ready to “celebrate” my husband’s death. I didn’t want to subject my children to it either. I was assured that it would a happy event.
Even this morning, as I ran with Cindy, I complained about how I wasn’t up for the drive or the festivities at hand. I had much to do as I am leaving at 5:45 am for a business trip (training). My refrigerator was essentially empty, I needed to make keys for those caring for the kids and the dog, and I still needed to pack for the kids and myself. It was an overwhelming task.
Well, I did go, thanks to some incredible acts of kindness. I rode up with Lil’ Sis and her hubby. They delayed our exit so that I could have a bit more time to get things in order. Cindy, my amazing friend and running buddy, did my shopping for me and took YaYa with her so that I could complete the final 4 miles of my 20 mile run.
It was a great event. I should have been dead tired (after waking up early to run 20 miles) but instead, I was energized by some fun and games and loads of yummy food. The only time that tears filled my eyes was when I was presented with this lovely angel which the boys and I can light in remembrance of our love.