Day of the dead

Hello!


Happy Wednesday, enjoy the day.


Yes, once again, I was able to get my computer "working" but it is painful writing/dictating a post because the whole computer is a sluggish piece of dung! But I will give it a go...


Today in Latin America or at least in Mexico and my country we celebrate the dead. Last year a cousin from my mother went to her village of origin and snaped pictures of my ancestors. This year, I lost my nana so since the morning I been thinking about the dead and how the celebration in our countries really commemorate them compare to here in North America, pity...

I was remembering several things that my nana and we (my brothers and I) went through during the time that we had together. I remember once she won a food package on the radio in my country, I remember going to pick it up with her... heck I remember the radio station a bit. I also remembered how she was able to do the Russian dance, basically she squatted and then began to do like if she was walking, very complicated and very physically demanding, but she did it anyway. There were so many memories of her coming back to me today and it all had to do because the celebration of the dead... I miss you nana and I thank God that we were able to share some moments together in this lifetime.


Take care people!