We’ve been celebrating life and death throughout the centuries. We know that life and death are inseparable. Relatives usually build an altar and decorate it with pictures of their loved ones, the kind of food they liked, books, clothes, flowers, candles, anything they enjoyed in life. It’s a day to honour and remember the dead, the life they had here on Earth; a day to remember and be grateful for their actions and love that changed us and helped us become who we are today.
It is not a sinister tradition, it shows our heritage and how much we value life; every candle, every flower, every colour has a meaning because every life is worth remembering. All those who have lost a love one, we know that we might stop crying but that does not mean we’ll ever stop remembering them. It is actually one of our greatest fears, to forget them. Even though we know we won’t, we want to hold on to every memory. So having a day to express ourselves, as a family, as a society, as a culture, to honour every one who ever lived, is one of the things that make our culture so rich.
A lot of people think that the Mexican culture mocks Death, but it doesn’t. Death is not to be feared, it is natural and necessary. Every person who was given the opportunity to live their lives as they wanted, to make this world a better place, to transcend, to be happy, to love, to fight….each and every one of them died. But they had the gift of life--the right to live--and that is what we celebrate: the memory of the life they lived.
What would happen if we didn’t have any traces of their existence? Those lives that never got to see the sunlight. They never admired the stars, never smiled at a sunrise. We do not know what would have made them laugh, what would have been their dreams, what would have made them happy. Not a single picture with a smile would be on that altar. Not even a name. It would be an empty memory, a void in our hearts that we would never be able to fill. We would have an empty altar.
Abortion decimates memories, destroys echoing laughs, stops a warm heart from beating. The atrocious cruelty of abortion doesn’t limit to a mother murdering her own son; abortion eradicates your loved ones from this world, the ones you’d lean on, the ones you’ll long to miss…annihilating dreams. Abortion is killing love. That is the death culture.