The Day of the Dead
The day of the Dead is like spirit for me and deep feeling that I miss every year. Every country has different celebrations and traditions on day of dead. Smoke, candles and some flowers in the cemetery are symbols of missing and remembrance. Here in America I have no family buried in the earth so I can’t observe this holiday. This holiday is connected to the land of my ancestors. I miss the ritual of going to the cemetery, the high mass and the family gathering after.
The first thing I miss about the day of the dad is the ritual of going to the cemetery to clean my grandfather’s grave. I would always go to the cemetery in the afternoon and prepare the grave for the big celebration at three p.m. Ha has a nice big black grant monument. There is a little picture of him so I can look at him while I clean. I rake the leaves, and I plant a small pine trees around his grave. I always like to arrange ten candles in the shape of a big heart. I light the candles, and say a prayer. This is something that I can’t do here because I don’t have any dead family here.
The second thing I miss is the big celebration at three p.m. The big celebration is a high mass at the cemetery. The priest gives mass for almost three hours with beautiful songs, and he blesses every grave. It is very beautiful time for me because my family is with me and I’m surrounded by the fresh flowers and very original candles. It is hard for me here because I Can’t be present in Poland with my family at this special time.
Another thing I miss so much it is going to my grandmother home after the mass. Every year my grandmother prepares a delicious dinner that I can remember for whole year. For the first course she makes a wild mushrooms soup in honor of my grandfather. This was his favorite soup. Next we have roast pheasant with potatoes and sweet cabbage. We eat and remember my grandfather. We look at old pictures and tell old stories. I have no history in America and I have a hole in my heart knowing that I can’t be present there.
The Day of the Dead isn’t celebrated in America. Here people celebrate Halloween. Kids and adults run around in costumes eating candy and celebrating. I love this tradition here, and I can be around people wearing some funny costume, but inside me is strong missing about my grandfather and rituals of The Day of the Dead. I like Halloween, but after this celebrating I feel empty spirit. It’s hard for me to find that energy that I had in my country.
The day of the Dead is like spirit for me and deep feeling that I miss every year. Every country has different celebrations and traditions on day of dead. Smoke, candles and some flowers in the cemetery are symbols of missing and remembrance. Here in America I have no family buried in the earth so I can’t observe this holiday. This holiday is connected to the land of my ancestors. I miss the ritual of going to the cemetery, the high mass and the family gathering after.
The first thing I miss about the day of the dad is the ritual of going to the cemetery to clean my grandfather’s grave. I would always go to the cemetery in the afternoon and prepare the grave for the big celebration at three p.m. Ha has a nice big black grant monument. There is a little picture of him so I can look at him while I clean. I rake the leaves, and I plant a small pine trees around his grave. I always like to arrange ten candles in the shape of a big heart. I light the candles, and say a prayer. This is something that I can’t do here because I don’t have any dead family here.
The second thing I miss is the big celebration at three p.m. The big celebration is a high mass at the cemetery. The priest gives mass for almost three hours with beautiful songs, and he blesses every grave. It is very beautiful time for me because my family is with me and I’m surrounded by the fresh flowers and very original candles. It is hard for me here because I Can’t be present in Poland with my family at this special time.
Another thing I miss so much it is going to my grandmother home after the mass. Every year my grandmother prepares a delicious dinner that I can remember for whole year. For the first course she makes a wild mushrooms soup in honor of my grandfather. This was his favorite soup. Next we have roast pheasant with potatoes and sweet cabbage. We eat and remember my grandfather. We look at old pictures and tell old stories. I have no history in America and I have a hole in my heart knowing that I can’t be present there.
The Day of the Dead isn’t celebrated in America. Here people celebrate Halloween. Kids and adults run around in costumes eating candy and celebrating. I love this tradition here, and I can be around people wearing some funny costume, but inside me is strong missing about my grandfather and rituals of The Day of the Dead. I like Halloween, but after this celebrating I feel empty spirit. It’s hard for me to find that energy that I had in my country.
I miss my grandpa too. Maybe it's better we can just put them in our hearts as always.
ReplyDeleteIt is similarly in my counrty's traction. Before I was in America, I went to my grandfather's grave to do somthing like what you said. even though I had never met my grandfather after I was born
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