the day of the dead.

yesterday was the day of the dead.

i remember when you taught me that death was beautiful, you told me it was a good thing, you told me it was meant to happen. i guess that's why the dying leaves in the fall are pretty, and the values of life are only discovered through death.

it's sad that we continue to spend the day of the dead as a materialistic commodity and forget about the tradition of celebrating the lives that have left this world.

it's always the little lessons you taught me that keep me grounded. keep my head from being consumed by mindless power. thank you.