Becky’s picture included in the offrenda at Cafe Ena.
This has been an emotional week, a powerful time of time of remembering. This is the week of Dia de Los Muertos.
The weather has finally changed and the trees are skeletal frameworks, black against a grey sky. Summer has passed on and I am left with memories of color, warmth, and life.
Amidst all that, Dia de Los Muertos has been a welcome, if sometimes painful, interlude. It is a celebration of the nature of things and a welcome injection of color, companionship, and memories of Becky: her warmth, laughter and life.
Cafe Ena was our favorite restaurant. We celebrated our birthdays and successes there and in the end, it was there that we gathered after her funeral.
This year as Erin, one of the owners of the cafe, prepared the offrenda, an alter dedicated to those who have gone from our sight, she added a picture of Becky.
I have been to the cafe several times this week to join groups of Becky’s friends to eat good food, remember, and share the warmth of her spirit.
Dia de Los Muertos is a comforting time that draws living and dead together to reflect on the mystery of life and the eternal power of love.