Below is a sample ofrenda my friend Laura Garcia created yesterday (which is technically the day we honor our departed children). She is coming to speak today at our campus event on Chicana experiences.
There was some drama, however, when my son peed his pants. We were actually at a port-a-potty in a dark alley, which was a rare find, but he didn't make it. And who was the villain?: Mom. Boy, did I pay for that! He was so furious, he didn't want me to go with him anymore, and we had to leave.
I will say about this neighborhood on the North Side, that it felt like when I used to trick-or-treat. There were so many kids running around and dressed up grown-ups with treats in their beer cups. It was great!
Here's to honoring our dead and celebrating with loved ones. Have a wonderful Dia de Muertos, and if you can't set up a table with offerings, tell wonderful stories about your deceased relatives.