If you know me IRL, you know I LURVES me some Day of the Dead. It creates a happy spot inside me that I simply cannot explain. Granted I am fairly OBSESSED with the macabre, but it’s just so…so…Joyous! And I love that! Instead of moping about lamenting how much we miss them, let’s celebrate the lives of those we have lost! The altars are a physical example of the love we still feel for the dear departed, and the novenarios and festivals are so happy! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!
Perhaps it is because that is how I would want to be remembered. No sitting about all mopey! Have a drink! Dance! Remember the times I made you laugh at inappropriate things or at inappropriate times! THAT would be a much better time than somber remembrances.
This Year’s Altar
So, here are a few pictures of my dead. Some i knew–some go further back. Some were blood relatives, some friends–all FAMILY. A drink awaits you on my altar!
David Fairfield
My grandfather and his brother Norman
My grandmother
Baron
SHERMAN! I miss this dog damn near every day. ya ol’ hound!
My Grandmother and the women of her family.
My Grandmother. (no, i DON’T know where i get it. Why do you ask?)
My grandfather and his brothers and sister
My Grandparents on their wedding day
Pete’s Dad
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