October 31st, November 1st and 2nd are big celebration days for me. In Italy ‘Il Giorno dei Morti’ or ‘the Day of the Dead’ is official on November 2nd but it really begins on November 1st and even days before. In Italy the holiday is celebrated in a larger way than Christmas.
It begins in the morning with a Mass, during which prayers and offerings for the deceased are given up. This is the annual occasion when families will dress up in their best clothes and gather in the cemeteries all over Italy.
They bring with them flowers, candles and other presents for their dead relatives. You might think that this is rather morbid but it's not. People mingle and pay their respects to the living as well as the dead. The day is jovial and social. People laugh and joke while polishing the photographs of their deceased loved ones. It's like getting a chance to hang out with them.
once again.
I have my offerings up for my grandparents, aunts and uncles who have passed. I also light a candle and have a representation for my unborn baby who died last February.
I thank God for giving me all of these beautiful souls in my life. I honor them and I'm talking to them but I'm sad, it is not a celebration day for me. The veil is lifted, I hope I meet someone to console me.
Someone to tell me it's all okay, there is a point to all of our suffering here.
Because I don't know why there is.
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