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.