And We Will Reunite One More Time...
The firs of the line is tied to a
tree and the last is being eaten by ants One Hundred Years of Solitude– Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The celebrations and festivities
have been a fundamental part of my life. Celebrate important events such as
birthdays and weddings is part of my Latino heritage. The holidays are special
events for me because gathers all my family members and friends. New Year’s Eve
will be the most important celebration this year.
New Year’s Eve this year will be
held in the old ranch of Granddad Domingo Valle. This ranch is located in the
countryside of El Salvador. It is surrounded by large hills, lush and ancient
trees and small streams. When night falls, all the guests will feel the warm
breeze gently caressing their skin like the smooth hands of a mother caressing
her newborn. The night will start full of peace and serenity.
All of my friends and all family
will be invited. However, the most special guests will be all my family members
and friends that already left this world. They will come from the afterlife.
Death will grant them a special permission for this special night to visit us.
My grandparents, great-grandparents, my uncles and cousins who are no longer
among the living as well as also my friend Marcela who a couple of years lost
her battle against cancer, all of them will be the most special guests of the
night in which we all will share with joy and happiness.
In this party there will be all
kinds of traditional dishes like tamales, empanadas, baked chicken, sweet
desserts as honey. There will be no alcohol but chicha, the drink of the Mayan
gods, in remembrance to our ancestors. In this feast we will have all these
delights that my family and friends enjoy or enjoyed when they were alive.
Late that night we all meet around
a large bonfire in the main courtyard in front of the house. Our grandparents
and great-grandparents will be in the center and everyone else will be around them.
Our grandparents will tell stories of past lives such as The Legend of the
Squeaky Wagon and Cadejo, The Cipitio and The Siguanaba and many more stories.
We will feel joy and pain making chills run down our spine like ice water.
At the end of the night all the
guests will meet holding hands praying to heaven in gratitude for all the good
times that happened to us this year and the bad things because they were opportunities
to learn and get better. All members will melt into a deep hug and when the
countdown reaches zero everything will be over. Everything will be over because
it never existed; I did never exist nor any of my family and friends because
all was a dream in a parallel world.