If you have not been to Mexico to celebrate the week long observance of the dearly departed, then you are missing a wondrous beautiful, sad yet celebratory event. People go to their family cemeteries, clean off their loved ones burial sites of dead leaves and adorn it with colorful sand drawings, altars, marigolds, candles and the departed ones’ favorite meals and drinks and spend some time gathering there visiting, singing songs, sharing stories and prayers, honoring their ancestors. You may hear a mariachi band playing too. At night the cemeteries look so beautiful.
In Spanish speaking communities here in New York, the tradition and culture continues here. In East Harlem, the echoes continue:
To get into the spirit I picked up some sugar skulls.
I miss Mexico and can’t wait to go back.