However, the more I observe, the more I learn and after celebrating several Days of the Dead here, I am more convinced than ever that oaxaqueños and mexicanos, in general, deal with the most basic thing ever, death, much better than we do in El Norte.
While I've been in Boston, I have tried to imagine people filling cemeteries, spending time with their dead relatives. Joining together, with food and drink and warm shared memories, not only with their families, but everyone else from town or neighborhood. And guess what? It just does not compute. It ain't gonna happen, at least not in prim and proper New England. And that is too bad, because I think we would all benefit from it.
I always enjoy watching children at the various panteons as they help with the decorations, but invariably end up playing and having fun. It just seems so healthy and natural. I am sure they grow up with less fear and a better perspective on life and death. How could they not?
They keep teaching me and they are pretty good teachers, aren't they?