Way before we were married, my wife recommended Michael Zadoorian’s book Second Hand to me and I read it. The book is about a second hand shop owner in Detroit dealing with a big house full of stuff in the wake of his mother’s death. Later in the book, he enters a relationship with a customer who is obsessed with the Mexican celebration Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead). I’ve had a soft spot for the holiday ever since.
According to National Geographic:
Assured that the dead would be insulted by mourning or sadness, Dia de los Muertos celebrates the lives of the deceased with food, drink, parties, and activities the dead enjoyed in life. Dia de los Muertos recognizes death as a natural part of the human experience, a continuum with birth, childhood, and growing up to become a contributing member of the community. On Dia de los Muertos, the dead are also a part of the community, awakened from their eternal sleep to share celebrations with their loved ones.
This strikes me as such a healthy way to honor your dead loved ones, and maybe try to find closure with ones you have unfinished business with.
Recently a friend invited Devon and I to her small Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead) celebration and we accepted.
I’ll be bringing my Dad.