On this Dia De Los Muertos, do not mourn for those that have passed beyond the veil, for they would not want you to weep. Instead, honor the lives they lived and the legacies they left behind. Call them to you, to share in your supper or to enjoy a favorite song. They say the joy is in the living; today, remember to do so.
Give those who have passed your thoughts today and give time to those still here; for all of us will join those gone one day. Dia de los Muertos is not a time for sadness, it is a time to remember. So share the stories of those whose graves you may visit, or whose memories you may keep with those who bring you joy. Give your lover a whirl, your family kisses, your best friend or arch enemy a call.
For today is not only for the dead. It is for those of us who are still here. A reminder in bright flowers and painted skulls to take joy and appreciate our time here on this lively green planet.
Today I honor my grandparents who passed on before I had the chance to know them. Bill and Kathy, a friend's parents who so many of us thought of as nearly our own. Friends who were gained and lost throughout the years, who passed suddenly and too young. Joe's grandparents whom he loved fiercely, but I was never able to meet (though he says I would have loved them!). I honor those even further back, the great and great-great and beyond grandparents and ancestors whose names I've never known.
Today, I honor all of you. The family that makes me laugh, cry, scream and love; my parents, brothers, sister, aunts and grandmother. The husband who picked me, the broken and lost, of all the women in the world to love; who has helped me heal and become not only the woman I was meant to be, but the child I lost somewhere in those terrible teenage years. The friends who have been by me from the very start; the ones who stood by me that first day of school 23 years ago despite my mismatched socks and still love that they never match. And you, the witchy women and sisters who have taught me, supported me, befriended me and loved me over these past few years. My tribe. If ever we were to meet, mountains would move for us. I just know it.
Feliz Dia de los Muertos, loves.