The Day of the Dead or Dia de los Muertos is about honoring and remembering loved ones who have passed on

Our darling mother, here on her wedding day.

A memory of mine, I needed to make an ancient recipe for Greek history study at my school, and mom made a Bouillabaise for me to bring. It was the hit of my 7th grade class, as I explained all of the fresh seafood the Greek might have included in seafood based stews.-Monica

A memory of my brother Curphey's:
I remember the humour she maintained when dealing with idiosyncratic misbehaving. That smile, like she would be mad, if it weren't so funny.
 
Honoring mom on All Saints Day by my sister Renee:

On Nov 1st - All Saints, Day of the Dead, I was invited to speak about the Altar piece at St. Bens. Here below are some images I showed in the talk. Mom in the hospital a week before she died. I painted her into the altar piece holding her bunnikins and wearing her Fransiscan jabala. There was a gathering of about 300. I

noted how the eastern window (part of the altar piece), is in a direct line to Jerusalem. At that moment I thought of Frank and Dad over there at this time, with moms ashes. A Fransiscan brother led the prayer service, while we held candles and chanted- it was beautiful. I met a woman named Pansy who had spent an afternoon walking with mom- she came up to tell me. She was the same height as mom and had beautiful brown eyes, just like moms. God Bless, R