Even though my background is Irish and Norwegian, I’ve decided to celebrate Day of the Dead.  Until last year the macabre skeleton costumes and skull candies seemed kinda weird to me but I’ve changed my mind.  I think it is a holiday to embrace enthusiastically.

I changed my mind after having the opportunity to  observe the festivities in San Miquel de Allende, Mexico.  

I learned it is a very different approach to death than we in the United States take.  Day of the Dead happens on November 1 and 2 every year, right after our Halloween.  Sometimes the two are confused, but they shouldn’t be. They are very different.  

In Day of the Dead or Dia de los Muertos, the loved ones who have passed away are rejoiced and remembered. It is believed they’d be lured back with  parties and gifts. The holiday is  all about reminiscing with friends and family about those no longer on earth. 

In America, we often shy away from talking about death, grief and loss. It’s a somber event.  We wear black and talk in hushed tones.  

The Day of  the Dead celebrates the idea that our loved ones are still in our lives even if not physically present.  

Actually,  death can be a great excuse for a party.  Like the Irish Wake which is filled with music and laughter, Day of the Dead mixes joy with mourning.  The sadness is eased with music and feasting.  

Often parties are held in cemeteries.  I meandered the main cemetery in San Miquel observing music making and many happy conversations. 

I also saw the practice of Ofrenda or making an altar for the loved one with pictures, food, flowers and things that reminiscent of the person.  Marigolds are used often because the strong scent is said to help the dead relatives and friends to find their way to this world for this special time. 

The parade was a hoot–a kaleidoscope of colorful costumes and face painting, bands and merry making.  It felt a bit commercial.    I’m sure the true celebrations center on family gatherings, but the large parades and parties struck me as a reflection of the idea that you aren’t dishonoring a loved one by enjoying yourself in his or her honor.  

 I researched the history of face painting and came across everything from references to ancient customs during the  Black Plague to decorating one’s face to represent a deceased loved one.

The best part of Day of the Dead to me  is once a year intentionally taking time out from every day life to honor and remember our loved ones.  I plan to do that.   

For a fun way to learn more about Day of the Dead, watch the Walt Disney movie Coco.