My mother always honored my grandmother, who passed away when my mother was very young, on Día de los Muertos. Besides the memorial services we held for her at church a few times a year, November 1st and 2nd were always dedicated to my Abuelita María. Even though I never met her, I have special memories of her because of the stories my mother told while building her small altar in our kitchen. As she lit veladoras, took out photographs of her mother and arranged the fruit and pan dulce, I asked a million questions the only way a little curious Betty would. To me, Día de los Muertos is a special holiday; it was the only holiday that illuminated a special presence through the cracks of our bedroom doors at night. It was mysterious, yet comforting and real.
Today, I explain to Diego that Day of the Dead is part of our Mexican culture that has become well known around the world. What a remarkable contribution to be able to teach and show others how we celebrate the lives of the people we have loved…and still love today.
Do you consider Day of the Dead a holiday? How do you celebrate?
Thank you GolinHarris for creating this fabulous Infographic!