Personal Narrative: The Day Of The Dead

As I child, I remember during this time of year my mother and sisters would prepare to celebrate a Mexican tradition called The Day of The Dead. It takes place during October 31st to November 2nd. This is a celebration were family members take the time to reminisce about their loved ones who passed away. They do so by setting altars in their homes along with decorations, flowers, and the deceased favorite foods, drinks, and sweets. Back home, a few weeks before the celebration we would spend several days at the cemetery close to where my grandmother lives. We would travel on a bus from Cordoba to Cosamaloapan, Veracruz. I was too young to remember all of our memories. Although, I always enjoy asking my mother and sisters to tell me the stories of the times we spent. It saddens me to not remember all of the wonderful stories they have to tell. That is why I fell it is in my hands to keep our tradition alive in a country we are immigrants to. Coming to America was a life changing experience for my entire family. We left everything and everyone behind in order to have a more comfortable life. Our language, our traditions, and our home were …show more content…
With all the transitions we have made our culture and the traditions that we love can easily be lost within the mist. A lovely trip we took as family was to San Antonio, Texas. There we felt so close to home. There is a specific are called El Mercado, where there are stores filled with Latin traditions. I knew my mother did not want to leave that place. That is why I attempt to carry our traditions every year. Now that my sister has a daughter of her own I will make sure she learns our family’s culture and traditions. I cannot wait for the day me, my sisters, and my mother return back home. To breath the fresh air that blows from the rivers, to taste our original spices, to hug my grandparents, and especially to see the wonderful smile on my mother’s