Last night Seth, Flower, Anea and I went to the All Soul’s parade in downtown Tucson. The more popular name for this celebration is ‘Day of the Dead.’
It is a celebration that is especially popular among Hispanics, although in Tucson it isn’t limited to one ethic group. There were more Anglos than any other group among the participants.
There were literally 1000’s of people who put on costumes and makeup to march in the parade. People just show up and at the appointed time, they start down the parade route. It took 30-40 minutes at least for the procession, filling the street from curb to curb, to pass by the spot where we were watching.
Most of the costumes and makeup were variations on skeleton theme. And the variations seemed endless. There were skeleton puppets, banners, and 1000’s faces made up in white and black makeup to look like human skulls.
I wondered how 3 year old Anea would react to all this and was prepared for the possibility of a quick and early departure. Instead of being frightened, she was transfixed by all the marchers and really enjoyed the parade.
I am still sorting out my thoughts and feelings regarding this event.
I found that watching all those skeletons pass by was weird, a bit creepy, but also strangely impressive. My take on this celebration is it is a time to honor those who have died before us. It also serves as a reminder that death is something that awaits us all and that we ought to savor life while it lasts. The Day of the Dead is a celebration of life despite the reality of death.
Some of the marchers carried pictures of loved ones who had died. There was also a group that made their own witness in this sea of mortality symbols. They carried a large sign that read, “Jesus is the resurrection and the life who died for the sins of the world.” That is the hope that Christians cling to in the face of death.
Here are some pictures from the parade:
Wanda's brother Greg and his friend Charlie.

Faces in the Procession
The Grim Reaper and his Wife
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