The Day of the Dead (Día de los Muertos, Día de los Difuntos or Día de Muertos in Spanish) is an ancient Aztec celebration in memory of deceased ancestors, celebrated on November 1 (All Saints' Day) and November 2 (All Souls' Day). The holiday is especially popular in Mexico, where it is a national holiday, and is celebrated in the Philippines, in Mexican-American communities in the United States, and to a lesser extent in other Latin American countries. It is a public holiday in Brazil, where many Brazilians celebrate it by visiting cemeteries and churches, bringing flowers, lighting candles and praying.
Though the subject matter may be considered morbid from the perspective of some other cultures, Mexicans celebrate the Day of the Dead joyfully, and though it occurs at the same time as Halloween, All Saints' Day and All Souls Day, the traditional mood is much brighter with emphasis on celebrating and honoring the lives of the deceased, and celebrating the continuation of life; the belief is not that death is the end, but rather the beginning of a new stage in life.
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I don't suppose it's really a lot different than the fact that we celebrate Memorial Day in rememberance of those who have died before us. The big difference just might be in how "celebratory" it is. However, I don't think it's all that morbid. It is one way of dealing with death. It's important.
I like the idea that death is not the end but the beginning of a new stage of life. Sometimes when you lose someone or you are facing that time yourself it is not so easy to remember. There is much hope in that frame of mind, however.
¿Qué onda tú?
Seattle paid its tribute by holding a "fiesta type" of celebration, con mariachis y ballet folklorio (I love that!!), y la comida delicioso. . . as well as all that goes con el Día de los Muertos.
La clase española de mis hijos lo tuvieron es propia celebración con la comida tradicional como "Pan de Muerto" homemade "dulce de alfenique," fotos de la familia o amigos buenos, y mas.
It's funny. . . growing up in East L.A. y la otras barrios de Los Angeles, I don't recall my family celebrating that day. . . I don't why.
Anyways. . . escríbame por favor cuando tienes un momentito. Yo pierdo vistas de usted. Espero que todo sea bien.
Cuidate mucho.
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BTW. . . Yo nunca pensé del diablo que lleva gafas. Pero supongo él desde que él tiene millares de años.
Quiero la chaqueta.
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