We began our recognition of the Day of the Dead (Día de los Muertos) with a wee bit of extra sleep and a yummy egg and sausage casserole with garden tomatoes on the side.
A year ago today Jill and I had returned to the Old Sod of Ireland and were privileged to enjoy a pint of Mothers Milk every day (and almost within the shadow of the Guinness brewery). This stuff out of the can is an acceptable substitute under the circumstances.
Today is not a day of mourning. Nor is it a Mexican Halloween celebration. Halloween is a celebration of darkness, fear and the macabre - in contrast this is a joyous celebration.
Besides, it is Packer game day and brats are on deck later.
Raising a glass to celebrate the lives of all of my dead ancestors.
Maybe they have an Irish Blessing to share?
Cheers!
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