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The Days of the Dead: I Will be Traveling to Mexico for this Very Important Holiday


I will be arriving in Mexico just in time for the Days of the Dead celebrations. Such conflict here. It is one of the most important holidays in Mexico, a time when they look death in the face and laugh at it. They create huge and beautiful alters filled with food and flowers and they stay up all night long in the graveyards waiting for their dead loved ones to come back. They tell stories and light candles and they will tell you many stories of their dead loved ones coming to visit.

Day of the Dead is not a scary holiday and the Mexicans are not afraid of seeing their passed loved ones. They simply do not see death the way we do.

I ran into this attitude in Panama too. Death is simply part of life. Yes, people mourn their loss, but they are much more connected with the whole process than we are. (My culture anyway)

My husband passed away.

My two-year old grand daughter saw him later that morning and she said, "I saw Boppy and he isn't sick anymore."

I know I have felt his presence in a calm and comforting way.

I will be talking to locals and taking as many pictures as I can of this important Mexican holiday. I want to understand the spirit behind it.

And of course, I will share it with you!

To Everlasting Life,
Laura


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