La Ofrenda

Day 19: In lieu of a physical ofrenda which would undoubtedly prove to be way too much temptation for a seven month old, rowdy kitten to resist, I decided to create a digital version. Of course it doesn't include every member of my family who is no longer with us simply because space does not allow, but they are in my heart on this Día de Muertos. Top to bottom, left to right: Cocoa, my Cockatoo, my soul and the love of my life; my father and mother, shortly after their marriage; Skunk, my old grandma-cat, cussedness and love in one furry bundle; Bruce, my husband, who had the best nose for mushrooms of any person I've ever known; Tippy, precious Boy, Spaghetti Monster, my sweetheart; my fishing buddy and his wife, dear friends who "adopted" me into their family; Harry Dickens, brilliant and brief flame; my grandmother, who taught me many forms of needlecraft; Carlo, who would insist that he was "Papa's Parrot!" if he were here to ask. When Memory lives, Spirit endures, for what are we but how we are remembered, alive or dead?