In Mexican culture we are always celebrating family. Dia De Los Muertos is different in that it is a special day to honor those who have passed but this was strange to me as a kid because honoring your family and loved ones is something that you did everyday. I grew to love the tradition of Dia De Los Muertos as I got older because I began to understand it more and gain a greater appreciation for such traditions.
Dia De Los Muertos was a very normal family gathering in my household growing up. Sports were always on and everyone brought food for the buffet. We always shared conchas, Mexican sweet bread, and atole, a traditional cornmeal beverage. Conchas and atole were a long standing tradition for the Vargas family. We did not make an altar but instead had a mantle with family photos. There was nothing in particular that we did growing up that was special to observe the day instead it was much the same as our Sunday church tradition.
I grew up in a strong, traditional Catholic family. We attended church every Sunday, 6:45 a.m. service. I was an altar boy and every Sunday after service we went out to breakfast; me in my suit and tie, everyone else in their Sunday best. After, it was standard for everyone to congregate back at our family home. There were easily thirty to forty people every Sunday. Inevitably, there would be more food. Worship, family, food. Honor, family, food.



