He used to be a great believer in Christianity but NOT a fan of organized religion. Every year he ordered The Daily Word which featured religious quote of the day and a paragraph to go with it. Most importantly, he led a moral and ethical life. Every day. That was so much more important to me.
It seemed appropriate to remember him and celebrate his memory on the Day of the Dead. We never celebrated it and most likely won't today, but it allowed me to take pause and spend more time with my memories.
Every day I think about him. And smile. I love how any bad memories are fading into the background of my life. We keep his memory alive with stories and humor so Braeden will always remember. We have tons of photos of the two of them (well, two and a half years worth!) which help.
Mr. Ralph, age 3 and 1/2 .... already missing a tooth!
Miss you buddy.
I've never heard of the Day of the Dead before. I'm betting the Spanish influence in your part of the country is stronger than here in the mid west where I live. Seems like a fitting reason, though, to stop and honor the memories. I, too, like how the happy/good memories all float to the top the longer out we get from the actually death anniversary and the painful ones come less often. Glad you had such a warm and wonderful relationship in your life.
ReplyDeleteThat's all we can do, Sweetie. Onward & Upward. Ever forward!
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