I didn’t proofread. My dad was born two days before Halloween and was dying right around All Souls 66 years later.
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Bethe Hagens
07 de nov. de 2021
So true, and it makes me weep. The day of the dead is always a tough one for me. My dad two days before Halloween. Then (because we were Catholic) came All Saints. On the first, All Souls on the second, and then November 3–the shared birthday of me and my little brother Charlie who died very young. I always wonder why I am still here, and the question is even more puzzling as I add extinct species. I think the day will never be the same.
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Jean Linville
07 de nov. de 2021
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Bethe,
Thank you for sharing such a powerful and personal story. As I was thinking of my dad on All Souls, I thought of the birds, trees etc. that he loved and realized that I needed to be honoring them as well. Extinct species, I thought, would be an easier jump in understanding than simply listing the individual chickadees and so on that passed in his own lifetime. I think "hopeful honoring" is the key. How do we as individuals honor those beings who have already passed before us with hopeful actions for the future? Something I find myself pondering more and more. Thank you again for sharing dear friend.💕🌱🌎
I didn’t proofread. My dad was born two days before Halloween and was dying right around All Souls 66 years later.
So true, and it makes me weep. The day of the dead is always a tough one for me. My dad two days before Halloween. Then (because we were Catholic) came All Saints. On the first, All Souls on the second, and then November 3–the shared birthday of me and my little brother Charlie who died very young. I always wonder why I am still here, and the question is even more puzzling as I add extinct species. I think the day will never be the same.