Tuesday, November 1, 2011

November 1

anniversary dinner at Canlis

November 1. All Saints Day. The Day of the Dead. At my boys’ school, where Spanish is part of the curriculum, we bring in pictures and other offerings for the El Dia de los Muertos altar. Today, still grieving my grandmother’s very recent death, I couldn’t even stop to look. I’m remembering all my grandparents, on this occasion, and Alexi’s; a cousin who died as a teenager, and another cousin’s daughter. Jon Nelson. Other friends and relatives. Our deceased cats. This day I’m mindful of those I’ve been privileged to know who are no longer with us, and I’m thankful for their role on this earth and in my life. Take some time, remember those people in your life. Speak their names aloud, in your heart, write about them here.

4 comments:

emily said...

i did not know about the traditions of the day of the dead until this year. lucy's spanish teacher asked us to make a special bread (pan de muerto) for the occasion, and we did - it was full of anise and orange zest and i thought the kids would hate it, but it turns out they loved it. next year, i think i'll take your advice, lecia. thank you for that.

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Being from an extended family that is scattered across our country, sometimes I forget some of us are truly gone. It feels as if I could still show up at their houses and apartments, and they'd be there to open the door for me, but no, this isn't the case. I'm thinking of them today.

Better to know than not know... said...

"Our ancestors are replenishing the jewel of love for us" writes poet Mark Doty. True dat. I remember today my cousin and mum who just passed away last year. At 104 years old, she outlasted my mother (her closest living relative) by a few weeks and was sharp and relatively active right until the very end. And a dear if troubled friend Paul in Seattle, who passed under very mysterious circumstances. These passings and others offer both comfort and quiet sadness, knowing that the rich discord of a life well lived contains such moments. Oh and hey, Patricia Wells is my usual go-to French style cook, but I'm gonna check out your friend, DG. Keep up your nice blog. "All is full of love" as sings Bjork.

KPiep said...

Every year I read your post for this day and think that I should really make a point of celebrating it every year.