I’ve always loved the celebrations around the Latino holiday of Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead.) The art, the feasts, the celebration of family and the remembrance of those who have left us–it is everything that the tacky, commercialized Halloween can never be. Slutty nurse costumes and pre-packaged commercial candy can’t hold a candle to the wonders of Day of the Dead.
The ornate altars that families make to celebrate their loved ones are my favorite part of the holiday. I promise to do better next year, but I realized the other day that my dresser has the start of a altar.
Mom, Dad, Elizabeth, Grandpa and Grandma. Hard to believe that the little nine year old boy in the white shirt and crew cut is the only one still around. I miss you all.
Still Racing In The Street 