Dia de los muertos has been in our family for just a few years - This year it has been a private affair.
Yesterday we created our shrines - Last night we made margaritas and talked about my Dad and brother. Today, I made tamales and worked in the yard. Tonight we lit a fire in the back yard and I thought of them. Tomorrow is a full moon and we will celebrate yet again and talk of them.
My dad was larger than life to me. He lived life fully - he was wind surfing at 75 before he died. He was in World War II - tough and hard - yet loved my mother and was very giving to all around him. I hope I can live as fully as he did.
And my brother - Don- he loved people and life. He left us too soon. He was so accepting of all - rarely angry. I wish he were here with me now. I think of him each time I see a hawk or eagle.
in our tradition, people die three deaths. the first death is when our bodies cease to function; when our hearts no longer beat of their own accord.
when our gaze no longer has a depth or weight, when the space we occupy slowly loses its meaning.
the second death comes when the body is lowered into the ground, returned to mother earth, out of sight.
the third death, the most definitive death, is when there is no one left alive to remember us.
I borrrowed this from Rebecca. It spoke to me - I remember by brother, my father, my uncle and there is not definitive death. They live on in my memory, in my children's memory.
I miss them.
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