At this time of year, foremost among my ancestors, I officially celebrate my Dad-O.

Of course, I frequently thank him for his beautiful sunsets, especially when the brilliance saturates the darkness of a long day.

I have learned that I need neither pan de muerto nor an altar to commemorate my father.  Not a special day, not a ritual.  Not a bunch of flowers nor a floating lantern.  I have the light of fond memories to fill me.




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