Each year, around this time, we remember those who have gone before us. For my family, the string of deaths began with my stepfather, followed by my brother-in-law’s little brother (3 months later), and then Tom (another 3 months later). There was a lot of pain and suffering, not just for the dead but for those left behind. It seemed like we went from hospital to funeral to hospital to funeral. After a while of this, you began wondering who would be next. And hoped it wouldn’t be you.
My brother-in-law first introduced us to Dia de los Muertos in 2007. At the time, I was extremely resistant to “celebrating” anything, most especially the death of my husband. However, I did join the gathering and actually allowed myself to enjoy the food, fun, and games.
Each year, since then, I reflect on the lives of those who have gone before me – for the beautiful memories, and the wisdom passed along. Although it’s not exactly a celebration, remembrance and prayers for the dead are shared.
I think the words death and celebration in same sentence might be culprit with the hesitation of following, let alone participating in such a custom. Just like you, I think dia de Los muertos is about family, traditions, culture, remembrance and commemoration.
Lost a close friend, then four months later lost my dad, then three weeks later lost Tom. Miss them all. Have dodged bullets myself three times since then, so figure I don’t have much longer. S.O. is in deep basta now too. Dia de los muertes? Vida de los muertes.