Flowers for the Dead

I have to say, I was disappointed with the Day Of the Dead in northern Mexico. They have the chance to celebrate THREE DAYS of DEAD and.. they just haven’t got the sense to do it.
So the occasion turned out to be more like a completely lame St. Valentines Day: Buy last minute flowers and candy, put them on a grave.. go home and drink. (I am guessing that last part, but prolly so true) Some places had altars up for a whole week,which, yes, was very cool, but on the whole, it was a lame experience.

https://ferrebeekeeper.wordpress.com/2011/10/27/the-flower-of-the-dead/  << if  you would like some further reading (and I KNOW you DO) this is a nice write up about the flowers and their link to the holiday. I love that there are bright orange flowers dedicated to the dead- that aren’t anything to do with lilies, tiger or otherwise. 

A childish wish.

Dear Cable Networks,
My name is Theresa. I would like to be on television. I would like to have my own show on television.
It would make me happy to have a show because then I would have the care and kind attentions of all the people I love that I have lost to the television shows. 

Please make my wish come true.

Sincerely, 
Theresa  – Age 4

Vivid dreaming this morning

I was driving a mini-van going in to Manhattan. The sliding door of the minivan would not close. While there was traffic congestion, I left the wheel to try to close it, but could not. There were wires running from some gadgets to an antenna suction stuck to the roof of the van. I cannot remember why it was there and I could not get if off while in the thick of traffic and there was no where to pull off before I entered one of the tunnels. Right at the entrance of the tunnel there were medics with stretchers. No ambulances blocking the way but and lots of stretchers lined up along the tunnel wall… lots like more than 4. And I saw young children laying on most them. They all had something obviously wrong with their faces. Most were in bloody bandages, but some were not. Like there were not enough supplies to go around. My conclusion from the ghastly sight was that the faces had been chemically burned off. I could see bone, teeth,  empty eye sockets. And I could only just drive by. Little bodies made the movements of agony, but there was no sounds of screaming. There were no shouts from the medics or other drivers. It was tense, but not panicked. It was quiet. The tunnel was not even shut down.. And I went right through to wakefulness.