Celebrate

I remember during my childhood in Mexico, wait with pleasure the family tradition each year, bring flowers to the cemetery each Nov. 2, the celebration of the day of the dead ritual started very early, uncles and cousins came home with buckets and brooms ready to begin the journey, pass everyone in tribe to mercadito for the town to buy fresh flowers to the grave of my grandmother and take advantageWhy not, to have breakfast tamales with atole. Enter the cemetery was gratifying and how wouldn’t it be if I was dress; for one day, there was no mourning, nor fear, instead, the cemetery became a garden of a thousand colors, seek and find the Tomb in the meantime tumult was no easy task but once arriving there, we had the Mission of wash the Tomb, carrying water basin and between restregadas and allow it to evict bright, listen to my relatives talk between laughter and algabariamemories and anecdotes of my grandmother, not only fun, was pure happiness, yes within a cemetery. Now away from Mexico, I am pleased with my sons my roots and my family dead on the day of the dead we create an altar at home, we unite our extinct relatives photos, cut papel picado, decorate with sugar skulls and we buy each one, some sweet favorite following the tradition of our ancestors who say that at midnight on November 2they descend from heaven to eat with you, my children make them letters and drawings with the hope that will read them while they eat. Celebrate the day of the dead, gives us the opportunity to celebrate the life of each one of our deceased loved ones, remember and share what accounted for in our lives, share anecdotes and satirical events that are no longer, recalling with love, colored flowers and sugar pumpkins.