The All Souls Procession is just over a week away. My how a year can fly. Seems like just yesterday that I was on a Tram to the Procession End Ceremony at Mercado San Agustin, (where the Procession After-Ceremony is again this year) when I received a text that no one wants to receive.
It was appropriate. I could transition to the idea that my brother had passed on amid other Tucsonans and inhabitants of the this Earth-bound world.
People of my culture, American, once mourned for a year. It takes that long. Sometimes longer. It has taken a year to cycle through all the adjustments I needed to make to my life whole again in a world without my brother. I am not even half way through the mourning period for a second brother who left this world a few months ago in July.
I consider myself fortunate to be able to grieve in a community that radiates acceptance and compassion. Creating legacy is much easier when it can be done openly and truthfully.
Do continue reading on She Knows about how Tucson “gets” and creates legacy.