Day of the dead is such a huge tradition in my native land of mexico, and here in the states(which i am very proud of). It's the first and second day of November
. Many paint their faces, while others wear mask and wear Gothic like dresses, or resemble a skull like couple.This day brings all kinds of generations together.I love how deep this tradition is . where we can unite to remember our loved ones who have passed away.
Every time this year is really hard for me. Because it's this and everyday that I celebrate my grandma . I celebrate her as if she were here.But this day specifically is celebrated all over. I like to think that her spirit is here and that she knows that she is never forgotten.
When I was nine years old my grandma died and being around her in those last moments really has somehow stayed with me . I haven't yet set closure to the thought of her being gone and her death. Maybe , it's the fact that I have a hard time letting go of things , or its just that in my childhood years she was the only when there when I felt lonely and who never abused ME mentally .It dawns on me constantly what i went through, but I always knew that I could count on her. All in all she was amazing to me , I've heard many different stories of the hardcore Mexican grandma that we had , but my version of her was different . In the end I can't ever view her as any less then what I remember her. There is one thing , that I am sure of , and if her death taught me something is this; that no matter what happens in your family ,always keep our loved ones close , because in any given moment they can be gone . As a grown up , I've come to understand life a whole lot better, why people are the way that are and why we do the things that might not always seem right. But the one thing that just never goes away , no matter how grown we are, always love your family.
While gazing around at the day of the dead festival, everything became so real again. Seeing these massive alters full of candles,pictures and things that they loved , it hurt to see many still mourning , because I'm mourning her death still. Death is never easy , nothing can ever take that pain away. AND EVEN THOUGH HER GRAVE IS SOOOOO FAR AWAY , MY WAY OF SHOWING HER HOW MUCH SHE MEANS TOO ME , IS BY GOING TO THESE FESTIVALS.
As I type this I start thinking wow, next year it will 20 years since she passed.
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i love you nana". (i have so many things running through my head , that I can't think straight, please excuse my scatter brain .)
This post is a day or so late , but it's still the beginning of the month . so with that said ,"
feliz dia de los muertos (happy day of the dead)
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(I forgot my camera so here are just some of the things that kinda sum my night) |
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(pictures:pinterest) |