Today, I honor my ancestors.
The altar is beautiful, these
old framed black and whites
of my parents, grandparents,
and greats are ever so sweet.
I recall stories told by my
father. He loved his gran so
much. I know I too, was
ever so lucky to have known
all my grands. Lucky as well,
to have heard dad's tales of
the greats.
I like looking at the photos
as I place them on the table.
Old style, of course. Small,
black and white and not
taken as closeups. Still, I
see magic there.
I know I am ever so lucky
to have spent 20 formative
years in Olde Mexico. So
love me the many traditions
taught me. Still, some of the
absolute best surround the
Days of the Dead.
Most wondrous . . .
- - -
November 2nd is dedicated
to those adults; family and
friends, who have passed
before us.
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