What can I say about el Día de Los Muertos?
Washing your grandmother’s bones? Leaving a bottle of rum and a pack of cigarettes for a visiting dead uncle? Making a birthday cake for the dead?
Ia this the celebration of a tragedy?
This is such a foreign custom.
What do I know about the Day of the Dead…..or better…..what exists in death?
What is the moment like immediately after the last breath?
Our loved ones, whom we celebrate in the coming days, know the answer.
Where are they? Could they be with us now?
Like the Mayans believe, maybe they are not dead in the strictest sense. Perhaps they have passed on to a new stage of the life cycle.
Why should I worry about death? Why do I imagine death as an enemy, something to avoid, ignore, fear, fight or even hate.
I don’t have to think this way.
It’s better to think about how to make the most of life.
For who can explain how to make the most of death?
Maybe life and death are polar opposites, and at the same time inseparable:
Live well with death. Each day must die to give life to the next.
Every culture has its own world view, beliefs that can seem incorrect, inappropriate, or less developed to the foreigner, whose conceptions of life and death, and all that happens in between, often contradict local norms.
The Lady of the Night…..The Grim Reaper
The Inexpressible Fear…..The Inexplicable Mystery
The Great Escape…..The Great Equalizer
…..a universal touchstone and a warning
that our actions have consequences beyond the last breath,
but when lifted by dreams of the infinite possibilities of life and death,
we remember how fragile and fleeting this all is, that the greatest sin of all is not being grateful for what we already have.
Maybe the destination in death is like falling for the girl you never met, or visiting that beautiful country you never saw. Gracias a Dios, we each have our passport secured for this place, wherein we find our loved ones…..and know our souls…..once again for the first time.