This story today is part of Rebecca Brooks month of La Calaca Love in preparation for All Saints, All Souls, and the Day of the Dead.
Yesterday our monthly SoulCollage® group met and we decided to make our annual ofrenda early--and far more simply than we did the year before.
Charlotte, one of our SoulCollagers actually used four of her deck cards this time to honor a few of her blessed loved ones instead of the photos most of us used. Dottie brought her late husband Jack's favorite coffee cup, too. We sat and told stories afterward celebrating those who have gone before us.
My sister Virginia's son Jim (one of my Godsons and nephew) called last night to say her doctor believes the end stage of her Parkinson's disease has begun. Virginia is in an excellent assisted living private home in Las Vegas and has been for a few years. She will continue to live in what has become home to her. A doctor and his RN sister own and operate this 12-bed facility. She is very weak now, no longer able to walk, but she does have lucidity and is still eating. I was planning to visit in early November but as the next few days pass, I'll decide whether I need to go sooner. This sister (I had four) was like a surrogate mom to me and I often spent summer time with her and her kids. She is the second sister to be diagnosed with Parkinsons. The blessing is that she because she isn't totally cognizant, she doesn't fully comprehend how ill she is and is not expressing fear.
My other sister, Betty, is also having some serious health problems, as yet undiagnosed. Thank God she moved to an independent living facility a year ago. Should she later need assisted living, it will still be in the same facility.
I don't know about you, but I don't fear death so much as the dying process. Since I have been celebrating the Day of the Dead these past five or six years, it has helped somehow to alleviate those fears. It helps me to remember that life is a celebration.