tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29817490.post8400192204283079545..comments2024-03-28T12:08:01.190-04:00Comments on Lion Lamb Blog -- David Mundy: Dead OnDavid Mundyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701933935604438349noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29817490.post-26007509116636544172011-11-05T13:41:46.923-04:002011-11-05T13:41:46.923-04:00I don’t know how I feel about the Day of the Dead....I don’t know how I feel about the Day of the Dead. I would have to experience it, in order to form my opinion. I can say that I once attended an outdoor prayer service for the dead in the cemetery where my mother rests. There we were in our lawn chairs, with our water bottles in our hands and the sun shinning gloriously down upon us, while the priest stood before us telling us that our loved ones were, at that very moment, enduring their time in purgatory. All was not bad news though, because some of them would make it through. We hoped Mom would, but the rules were much more complicated than my father had remembered them. My father and I didn’t know quite what to do. We avoided eye contact, because we have both been known to giggle at inappropriate times. We were smack dab in the centre of the group, and my father is kind of a large man, so shimming inconspicuously down the row of chairs with my father’s cane and our bulky plastic chairs in our hands wasn’t an option. We looked around at all the faces of those around us, and some looked as horror struck as us, but others just seemed to go with the flow. We considered sacrificing the chairs and crawling on our bellies through the maze of feet, but alas we stayed and learned a lot about purgatory. It’s much worse than we had previously imagined. A picnic would hardly seem macabre to either of us now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com