A blog about one woman's journey to Merida

Friday, November 1, 2013

Dia de los Muertos y Santa Clara

My mother was born on November 1st 1929.

We jokingly called her Saint Claire.  Not that she was saintly, but she seemed so compared to the rest of us.

She had a great sense of humor.

She had a bulls@#t meter that was spot on.

She could make a meal out of anything in the fridge.

She was an amazing speller.

She could do crossword puzzles in her head.

She never used the word hate.

In honor of Dia de los Muertos, take time to think of loved ones who've passed on.

Laugh, smile, shed a tear...whatever works.   But remember.

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