Day of the Dead draws near (November 1st for the deceased children and November 2nd for deceased adults), an opportunity for us to nourish and be nourished by our spirit allies, our family members who have crossed over. Just the opposite of Halloween, Day of the Dead is a day to remember our connections to the other side. These spirits are not ghouls come to frighten us, but ancestors who guide and protect us.
Maybe there’s a god above,
But all I’ve ever learned from love,
Is how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
I want to take care of you so bad and make sure you have your breakfast every morning or wake you up for important appointments just to hear you say you don’t want to go in your sleepy voice, tired with night and cave in so I can cuddle you back to sleep. I want to make sure you come home to a great spread of dinner, or wait for you at the bus stop with steaming hot coffee when you get off work. I want to help you do your work even if it means late nights with no sleep. Damn it, I want to even do your laundry, fold your clothes and leave love letters in the sleeves of your favourite sweater so you’ll find it when you put in on.
I just want to be yours so that I can take care of you, and be your safety net to catch you whenever you just need to let go of yourself.
I love you.
But life won’t let that happen.
And everytime you somehow end up talking about your future children and where you want to raise a family, I can’t help but deeply wish for that to be with me.