El Dia de los Muertos, blood flowing red and sugar skulls. Floral alters to welcome back the souls of the departed, burning incense and roses. The beauty of eternal life, the rich history of the Catholic Church and the spirit of the Aztecs.
Death is the continuation of life. Instead of fearing death, we must embrace it. To some, life is a dream, and it is only in death that we become truly awake. With my father, I have decorated the grave of my Gram since I was three years old. I make pink rose stars and light candles. This week was the first time I lost someone close to me, and of the same age. I wish I could understand death better, but I am comforted by the Aztec tradition and the way some Catholics celebrate the passing of a loved one.
Death is not a punishment, like it is described in the book of Genesis. Instead, it is a celebration of life. A passing from this place onto the next, whatever you believe that next place may be.