Honoring the Dead

How do you and or your family celebrate and honor departed loved ones? What kind of rituals do you do? How have these rituals changed overtime?

Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) — Nov. 2, 2020 at the Virtual LCC

  • I remember my aunt and two young siblings. – Yesenia Garcia
  • Remembering my friends and family that were taken from us too soon. – Jordyn Cebedo
  • In honor of my grandparents. I’m super fortunate to have not have experienced much loss in my lifetime, but my mom has, and I honor my grandparents, both of her parents. She’s actually in Mexico now and she goes every year at this time for Dia de los Muertos to see and celebrate them. – Alicia
  • I am remembering many loved ones and in particular my mother who brought me to El Norte many years ago. She was brave, fearless, and a fair soul. – Rosa M. Cabrera
  • In honor of Grandpa Jose. This time of year always makes me think of my Grandpa Jose even though he passed 9 years ago. He has Alzheimers the last few years of his life and eventually forgot I was. I remember playing patty cake with him and running to his lap every time I visited. He would buy my sister and me treats every time I would visit. He was pretty great. – Mariana Arroyo
  • In honor of my grandmother. The first time I participated in this celebration was when I was in my first year of high school. My grandmother had passed away October 30th, the year before. I didn’t really know what traditionally went on the altar but my sisters and I surprised my mom with a small altar to remember our abuelita by. Since then we would build our altar every year but it sadly grew from family and friends passing away. This year, the photo of my tia and a family friend stand alongside the photo of my grandparents. – Citlalli Zagal
  • I remember going to Mexico (in the mountains of Durango) when I was about 7 years old and going to the old cemetery to clean up the tombstones and area around it. My parents took me to visit the resting place of all mu loved ones who had passed and told me stories about them. It was so special. Today I continue to remember and honor them. – Hedy Salgado

Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) — Nov. 2, 2016 at the LCC

  • In honor of Anisa. I remember every time I went to your house you always had the best food hidden and ready for us, even if it was against our parents’ wishes. Love and miss you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mi Papá Ramon. Que en paz descanse. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Edward Leverette. I remember when I was about 10, I challenged my great grandfather to a game of poker because grandmother taught me how to play. At the end of the game I ended up owning my great grandfather over $300. He explained the dangers of gambling. After that I never gambled again. Thank you so much granddad for the lesson! I love and miss you oh so dearly! — Love, Schmoo Schmoo
  • In honor of Marcelo Quintero. My uncle was the hardest worker, toughest guy I know. Lover of music, women, and a good drink. But above all, the love he had for his son and his family was ever evident. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Ester Gomez Sosa. A woman who told her grandchildren to not fear a male dominated environment. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mayra Guerrero. My great aunt died a couple of weeks ago. Her husband is my mom’s dad’s last living brother. Mayra was different though. Where other aunts and uncles were quiet Mayra was full of life. She was loud and vivacious and gave great big kisses. At the funeral there weren’t a lot of people, some of the family has moved away while others are estranged, which makes me sad. The people there were so glad to see each one of us though, and I met distant cousin whose son works at UIC. In memory of Mayra I put out her service program; I’m going to call family and keep them close, and I’m going to reach out to Tom from payroll, because I should know the family I work with! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Maestro Salvador Cisneros. I remember the love for learning you instilled in all of us. Every day we miss you. Thank you for all the lessons, on and off the dance floor. — A
  • In honor of Mi Tío Juan. I never had the chance to meet you, but I know how much you meant to my family. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Jose Campos/Clementina Del Real. I remember my grandpa as an awesome storyteller. He would always make us laugh with everything he said. My grandma was always, having fun which was great. In Honor of: Angie Cruz Castillo This is how I remember…My mother told us my sister and I, we were having a little sister. However, she passed away during labor. She is my angel that protect us.  — I love you, Angie.
  • In honor of Grandad Hipolito. — Anonymous
  • In honor of: My Tío Palemon. I remember him going to my grandma’s house often and laying on the floor and now my grandma reminds me of that. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Abuelito Leonardo y Tío Anibal, Abuelita Delia, Abuelito Antonio Buddy, Prima Rosita, Mi Abuelita Justina, Tío Jaime. I’ll always remember our memories and the stories I’ve been told. I also keep them in my prayers.  — Anonymous
  • In honor of Eva Gloria Guadarrama y Jesus Perez, Roberto Carlos Perez, Sabrina Ruiz Arriaga. I remember their warm smiles and unconditional love. Although we were miles away when they departed, their love and memory endured. I hope that one day I can be as amazing as they were. — With all the love in my heart, Ana Ruiz.
  • In honor of Tía Jovita. I remember watching you see snow fall for the first time. I will never forget how excited you were. I miss you so very much. — C
  • In honor of Abuela Leonarda. Yo se que no entenderías todo el rollo que es el colegio, pero espero que sepas algo donde estés: que todo el esfuerzo que hiciste por mi, sé que te lo voy a pagar y voy a llevar tu nombre en mi orgullo y corazón. Te amo Nina! — Anonymous

Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) – Oct. 30, 2015 at the LCC

  • In honor of Our Sisters from Tau Delta Akvel Majouk, Yoselin Deleon, Jenn Guzman & Mariana Ramirez. This is how I remember… ¡Hermanas Por Vida! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Emiliy Phillips. This is how I remember… I remember her beautiful smile. Her laugh always brightened the room and she never failed to make our days just a little bit better. She was a warm and loving classmate, scholar, and dear friend to all of those who knew her. Rest in paradise beautiful!!! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Sabina Ruiz. This is how I remember… with love and beautiful memories. You were an amazing grandmother, mother, wife, etc. Thank you for everything you gave me! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Bruno Armalas. This is how I remember… father-in-law who passed away March 13, 2015. Smart, funny man. Was full of life, died at the age of 89. Will see him again some day. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Jose Cruz Paniagua. This is how I remember… When we were in Mexico, he walked up a hill with the rest of my family to look at a statue of the town’s saint. There was a cup full of bugs and my little brother did not know what it was. So my grandfather, Jose Cruz, emptied the bugs on my little brother! I was laughing, and brother freakout, but then began to laugh. My grandfather was crazy, but I really miss him and my grandmother also. Rest in Peace. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Aunt Gladys and friend Aaron. This is how I remember… It is my gratitude to you both for being important change agents of my life. Thanks to you I learned to never give up on my dreams. No matter what. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mamacita. This is how I remember… my abuela… A warm gritty voice with base yet full of love and comfort… when I see a warm knit or a colored quilt, she is right there in the seams. Lovely scents of the familiar home cooking that I would help her prepare days in and out. Felicidades, all of them. I remember her growth right there beside her wisdom… I remember my gracious conversations with abuela and the joy to know that I could have them where so many in the world couldn’t. Mamacita being near and dear to me, I celebrate you Mama. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Rudy Aviña. This is how I remember… Rudy was one of the most kindest and peaceful person I have ever known. He was a great example of a person who loved his family, his children and his community. Rudy was taken too soon but his spirit will last forever. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Lucia my Mother. This is how I remember… my mother… ¡Valiente! She left her country with a 14 years old – me! and came to Chicago on a December snowy day – Everything looked so different – Those were very tough years but we made it through! She went on a final journey 15 years ago. I always remember her – Flying like a butterfly. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Carlos. This is how I remember… You were/are one of my Dad’s brothers. You looked just like my Dad. It would confuse me and my sisters sometimes. You were so cool to us, always funny, and some would say Amelia’s favorite. You were taken away from us a lot of years ago, but you’re presence and absence are still here. The things that hurts the most is Angel, because he needed you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Sra. Dietrich. This is how I remember… Mrs. Dietrich was the best Spanish teacher in my school. She would always had a smile on her face and was hugged by all students. She died of cancer this year. It was a very sad death. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Denise Maldonado Hernandez. This is how I remember… my mother. She passed five years ago due to liver disease from alcoholism. Now when I find myself in situations like being at bars or parties and people ask me why I don’t drink I remember her. To have seen someone go so drastically from being completely normal to being in the hospital, bleeding with jaundiced eyes is something that will stick with me for my whole life. But something that she has left with me is my strength and my independence. She always supported me in whatever I wanted and that no matter what it was, as longs as I was giving it my all and doing the best than that, was the independence she nurtured. I find myself a stronger person now because of her, both in life and in death. She will always be in my heart-soul-spirit-life. — Sarah
  • In honor of the people who died by suicide. This is how I remember… I know what it is to struggle with depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. I’m sorry you did not make it to today. I’d like to think that you are finally at peace with yourself, wherever you are. Please know that you are missed dearly, whether it be by friends and/or family. You did and will always matter. To those that are dealing with suicidal thoughts right now, please do not stay silent. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Tía & Tío. This is how I remember… Being wild, picking aguacates, from grilling and chilling in the backyard to seeing snow for the first time, and laughing. Love you so!!! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Munchie. This is how I remember… She begged for treats and we would give it to her because she was just too cute. She was so spoiled it was crazy! I’ll remember her as lazy, loving, adorable pet that made our days. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Celia Reyes, Yasmine Mora, Tia Virginia. This is how I remember…  Amigas y Familia Celia; thank you for the beautiful and fun memories in folklórico and in school. Your personality brightened my day. Yasmine; thank you for the endless smiles and laughs. Tía; descance en paz… departe de toda la familia. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mama Nena. This is how I remember…  You were the one person that kept the Argueta family together. You always made everyone laugh with all your jokes and your smile brought happiness to each and everyone of us. Thank you for being my light through all the difficult times. I will forever love you!! — Tu Negra
  • In honor of Nanay. This is how I remember… She was vivacious, full of self-respect, liveliness, wisdom, a quiet dignity. She taught me how a woman should act. Even her last days in the hospital she was making sure I was okay, doing well in school. She was the one who raised me. She loved gardening. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Fundedor Babilonia. This is how I remember… I remember my grandpa for the things he didn’t say. His actions were all we ever needed to communicate and express our love and understanding of each other. I miss pinching the skin on his right hand as we drove by midway airport. I miss his chicken and white rice — forgot that I probably ate it 1,000 times. Thank you for your silence, grandpa. It spoke volumes of your heart. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Tío Gary. This is how I remember… For making me the person I am today. I love you. I hope to be with you again. I hope you see me play soccer up in heaven. Know that truly all my goals are dedicated to you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Great Grandma. This is how I remember…  I remember her as a very happy and hardworking person. I pick the seeds because she is like the root of a tree or plant to our family and without her passing the border we wouldn’t be here. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mitch. This is how I remember… Suicidal, he still invited me into his family. He was in a motorcycle accident. He didn’t deserve to die. — Anonymous

Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) — Oct. 28-30, 2014 at the LCC

  • In honor of Abuelo. This is how I remember… from the stories my father has told me and constant comments of how much I look like you, you have had an impact on me. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Great Uncle Ray. This is how I remember… My great uncle Ray’s extreme selflessness and generosity. Although I was very young when he passed away, I can vividly remember the joy he brought to my older sister, myself, and parents through jokes and his great sense of humor. As an avid fisherman and hunter, he was ice fishing when an accident caused a fellow to fall in the ice. He saved the man’s life but tragically lost his own. He is the best role model a kid could have and will always be loved and remembered. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Herminia “Mina” B. This is how I remember…Mamá Mina, nunca me olvidare de tí. Diario te recordaremos por tus dichos, tus bromas y chistes, tus consejos, y tu comida. Sé que ahora estas en un lugar mejor sin sufrimientos ni dolores de tus enfermedades, y también se que tu siempre, donde estas, nos echas el ojo y nos cuidas! Gracias por todos los recuerdos! Te quiero. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Mom. This is how I remember…Believing in me, being the best mother to all her children, and bringing happiness to the whole family. I will always remember her through music. – Sarah H.
  • In honor of Cristian R. Alhough we haven’t seen one another in a while, I am always going to remember and cherish all the memories we made. I am hoping you’ve reached your eternal peace. See you in the afterlife! You’ll always be missed. Never forgotten. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Abuelo. When I would visit you at work you would always give me a sprite and a slice of pound cake. Doesn’t seem like much to some but it’s one of my best memories. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Pedro B. This is how I remember… My Tío Pedro, was always on the reserved side when it came to feelings. Besides this, we all knew the great love that he had for his family. He is missed everyday and I am sure he misses his family as well. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Rodolfo S. My Tío was taken before his time. A young father of three, he always made sure that his little girls had everything they needed. He worked long hours and ate very healthy. (Whenever I eat junk food I think of him giving me a disapproving nod). I miss him and it was a crippling loss for the whole family. He was the youngest son of seven and it is very different without him here. He absolutely loved music. He played the accordion. And so, when we were saying goodbye we said so with music. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Claudio A. I remember my Abuelo (Claudio) as a very respectable man. He was a very traditional man but also very loving. Although I did not get to know him very long, I am still grateful for having such a wonderful abuelo. My mom misses him dearly and you can see how she is affected when she hears his favorite songs. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Henry B. Sr. This is how I remember…My dad…He was a quiet man who lost his mother when he was two years old. He faithfully stayed connected to the Catholic Church, and he raised us well in the faith. After my mother died, dad studied for the permanent diaconate. He was ordained at the age of 63 years. He served as a deacon for over 30 years. Dad did all kinds of ministry as a deacon: baptism, funerals, engaged couples preparation, hospital visitation and taking communion to the sick. He loved serving the people of his parish in Dayton, Ohio. Finally, he gave us a great example of faithfulness by how he dealt with his infirmity and pending death. He was a very holy man and loving father. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Aunt Mary Jo. This is how I remember…Reading Calvin & Hobbes comic strips to me, while making all the sound effects. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Richard L. This is how I remember…I grew up in Florida, which is hot and humid. My father, Richard, would wait for me to be dismissed from grade school after working a safety patrol program. As I get into his truck, he would greet me with a smile and an ice, cold, coca cola. Every time I drink a coke and hear that top popped, I think of his love and care. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mrs. Becker. This is how I remember…You were the reason I went to college and actually felt like I’d be good at life. I can’t believe you died. We had so many wonderful memories at Molton. I was in your classroom when 9/11 happened. I wish I’d stayed better in touch with you after I left. I miss you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Fidel R. This is how I remember… I remember him by whom he was with his kids and grandkids. He was a man who always wanted to talk and give you lesson that he has learned in his lifetime. He was someone who will always be remembered with what he left behind. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Ixchel D. This is how I remember…I remember her laugh. It was contagious. Her presence and sense of humor brought a smile on anyone who knew her. She was my best friend in high school, someone who I could be myself with. She was a wonderful, intelligent human being with a fabulous personality. A perfect balance of modesty and sass. Her physical body might be gone, but her laugh, and fabulous soul lives on the hearts of those who loved her dearly, including myself. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Grandma Lupe. This is how I remember…My grandma was the light at the end of every dark tunnel in our lives. She loved to drink, dance, play the guitar, cook, play cards, sew; she was a little bit of everything wrapped in one little person. She never let a day pass without cooking for us. My favorite dish was her pollo guisado con arroz blanco y frijoles. I remember her through my mother/ aunt’s face because they look just like her. And I will always remember the love she gave me and my twin sister. — Nicole
  • In honor of Bill D. This is how I remember…Him shouting in the backyard, grilling burgers and smoking cigarettes. At the end of his life, how he suffered so greatly. I pray that the lord, will have used that suffering as purgation, and have mercy on his soul. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Papá Juan. This is how I remember…I remember the last time I saw you in that hospital bed, smiling in peace with no pain. I cried for your death for a long time and although it still hurts now I know you’re in a better place. I wish you’d never had to suffer like you did and instead live “muchos muchos años” like you told me in my 15 años (our last dance). — Anonymous
  • In honor of Sebastían“Chano” C. This is how I remember…My grandfather. I never knew him, because he died when my mom was seven. He was a baker and also loved to write. He wrote a funny poem about my mom, my uncles, and aunts. He was a lot like me. My family shared many happy memories of him so I felt a strong connection to him. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Maria M. This is how I remember…The caring grandmother who took care of me during my early childhood, the one who played the role of my guardian and godmother, the one who was there to help me with my problems. You are gone but never forgotten. — Love, your first grandson Miguel
  • In honor of My Baby/My Angel. This is how I remember…I never go the chance to hold you, to look into your eyes and tell you how much I love you. Mommy thinks about you everyday. Maybe god said it was not the right time for me to have you. And I pray that when everything is right, you will come back to me. — Mommy
  • In honor of Oscar. This is how I remember… You were a kind and generous person. You were a good friend and one of my first friends. May god be with your spirit and your family. — Un viejo amigo
  • In honor of Chela Z. This is how I remember…Her caring for me when I was a little kid. Making me smile and laugh even if I was throwing a tantrum. I miss you prima!!! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mamá Chuy y Papá Mariano. This is how I remember… My grandparents were very sweet people. They were involved with their children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. We were all very involved when it came to family parties and holidays. They were very ill but taken care of by everyone, all eight children, countless grandchildren and great grandchildren. They will always be adored and thought of. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mamá Esthela. This is how I remember…my grandmother Esthela missed my high school graduation. I remember my mom telling, explaining to my grandmother what high schools did for students when they finished the term. She was going to join us-me, but she didn’t make it. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mi Abuelita Mari. This is how I remember… I used to go to Mexico every summer without my parents and I would miss them all the time. I would wake up everyday crying saying I wanted to go home, but she would always tell me how much she loved having me there. She would then make breakfast to cheer me up and after that we would go to el Mercado Grande, to buy groceries for the day. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Jania R. This is how I remember…to the most loving person in the world, who loved unconditionally. I continue to learn from you everyday little sister. I love you. Missing you more everyday… — Anonymous
  • In honor of Poodie. This is how I remember… I didn’t want to believe you were gone and I don’t believe it now, when you left my side I didn’t want to see myself cry but I couldn’t hold it in. I still don’t believe it… I love you. RIP Poodie G. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Great Grandmother. This is how I remember…Thank you great grandmother for being in my life for the last 19 years. I miss you! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mi Abuelita, Maria Luisa L. This is how I remember…Una mujer fuerte con mucho amor para sus hijos. My grandma was a very strong woman with a lot of love for her children and a desire to keep fighting. She always cooked the most amazing food and I can’t wait till I can become half of a woman as she was. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Edwin C. This is how I remember… I remember how you encouraged me to follow my dreams and do something that makes me happy. I live by this. I don’t know what I’ll end up doing with my life, but I know I’ll be something that you’d be proud of and will make me happy. Love you, your favorite niece. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Grandma Gloria. This is how I remember…Really nice and an amazing cooker. Short and wonderful dresses. Miss you! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Natividad L. This is how I remember…how he always watched over me since I was born since he was basically my second father. How he was so proud of me when I excelled in my education. I will always remember his smile and his laugh because he always managed to bring life into any room we were in, we all miss him, but he will always be remembered! Te extraño, abuelo. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Grandpa. This is how I remember…him sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table. He is still telling me to behave myself and not cause trouble for my parents. Then, he pats my head and tells me I’ll grow up to be a beautiful and smart girl because I have lots of love to give. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Jesus M. Jr. This is how I remember…Comfort, happiness, smiles, giving and loving. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Salvador “Chava” Z. Jr. This is how I remember…I remember Chava as such a happy and great person. His laugh was the best. He was such a great musician. I will always remember him as my beloved cousin who we all loved dearly. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Jennie Marie D. This is how I remember… an unsung inspiration in my life. It wasn’t until her death, unfortunately that I realized how awesome she is. I believe it was a direct call from God that she passed because it was literally a lightning strike on a sunny day that took her life. At her wake and funeral, this seventeen year-old friend of mine attracted nearly three hundred people to honor her. This included thirteen priests, an ex-arch bishop, a letter from the current bishop, two youth groups, a marching band, and family from around the United States and the world. It was her story that made me finally strive to be a better me. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Jim M. (Grandpa). This is how I remember… I remember how every time I came to visit Grandma and Grandpa, he would put out bowls of white cheddar popcorn all over the house. I remember how he would play with his electric train set and I remember how every time he sent me a card he would put a $2 bill inside and I saved them all. I miss him but I know he prays for me up in heaven. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Tío Mane (Manuel). This is how I remember him… Tall and always bringing gifts. A gift bearer. Funny. Larger than life almost. Fun. — Anonymous

Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) / Remembering pioneers of peace — Oct. 30 & Nov. 1, 2013 at the LCC

  • In honor of Andrea. This is how I remember her… happy, laughing, and being a wonderful friend. She was always kind to others and she would always talk to me when I would visit her at work. I loved her horses. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Grandparents, Godfather, Aunt, and Gen. This is how I remember… No words can describe how real, lonely, and different life is without you guys. Just know that you will never be forgotten. — Love, Meli
  • In honor of Bapa. This is how I remember… My bapa (grandpa) was the most caring and friendly man I knew.  When I was sick he would make me feel better. When I was happy he would somehow make me laugh harder. It is a blessing to me that he was my bapa. I cannot watch Tom and Jerry because that was his favorite. I miss you and not a day goes by that I do not think about you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Tania. This is how I remember… You were taken away from me way too young. Even though you were my little sister, I strive to be just like you. You loved everyone and everything unconditionally and there was no one you could not make smile. I love you and miss you dearly. I will see you one day. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Antonia. This is how I remember… There is nothing better than my grandma’s empanadas. During October, November, and December, she would make empanadas to help fundraise for her church. However, she knew I loved her empanadas so she would always have an extra stack for me. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Antonio. This is how I remember… Antonio “Toño” was my uncle. He took care of my mother and me when my parents got a divorce.  He was the paternal figure in my early years. He always supporting us and he was so kind, not only to us but everyone. Unfortunately, our relationship could not continue as before due to different factors. I moved to Chicago, and I would say hi to him every time I went back. I will never forget the morning of May 3, 2013. I woke up in my room and started hearing my mom crying like never before. I thought many things but was in shock to find out that my uncle passed away. We left to Mexico right away. At night I saw my family together (it was sad that this only happened under that circumstance). Sometimes I might not have been too expressive, but this time I felt horrible. I could not help but cry. We spent the night at the funeral home. When morning came, it was worst seeing his body going out the funeral home to never come back. The cemetery was too sad. I remember my mom and my whole family crying. I had not felt like this before. This happened all of a sudden. I miss him; he was like the dad I needed. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Alicia. This is how I remember… I remember seeing your beautiful smile when watching “All My Children” together. I still hear your voice in my head saying, “When there is a Will, there is a Way.” Love and appreciate you, Grandma. — Miss you so much, Denise
  • In honor of Geno. This is how I remember… Geno was a great man to meet. Even though I did not know him that well, as others may have, I still had the chance to meet him and hang out with him. I remember Geno messing with everybody and always laughing! Oh God, that laugh, he was such a goof. Geno, we will all miss you greatly. R.I.P — Anonymous
  • In honor of C. Arroyo. This is how I remember… I had the opportunity to meet my great grandmother. I remember she would always give us candy and how she would call me Chavelita. I was named in my grandmother’s mother’s honor. When she found out my name was Isabel she was so happy that she cried. Being in Mexico with her was one of the best summers. When I found out she died one day, my heart sank. I was so upset. I had dreams about her talking to me and comforting me. I would wake up with tears. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Edith. This is how I remember… I remember us bumping hips (nearly parallel heights, even with our 50 year age difference) as we danced down the hall to the tune of Sopa de Caracol—hey! Gliding skillfully back and forth until your hips were tired, you humored my 8-yr old restlessness, my need to share moments with you. Only Papi’s stepmother – but you were my real Granma, made of warmth and laughter that started in your belly and ended on your fingertips and cheekbones. You were so beautiful in handmade skirts of pale yellow, trimmed in lace. A head topped in white, feathery song – I loved the music we made together. — Bendición, Cristy
  • In honor of Jose. This is how I remember… You are the reason that I am proud to be Mexican. I keep striving because I know how much you wanted me to work hard and make our family better. — Pati
  • In honor of Grandma Bette. This is how I remember… April 23rd, 1927 – June 10th, 2013.  My grandma lives in my memories and heart as she did on Earth – with hospitality, love, generosity, and graciousness. I will always remember and love her along with my family whom she guided with her unlimited affection and shining personality. My grandma always made everyone feel welcome and had a smile on her face. Towards the end of my grandma’s life, she commented on her birthday that that birthday celebration may be her last and with a smile on her face too! This always confused me, most likely along with the rest of my family, about why my grandma seemed so ready to move on to her next life. I realize now it is because she was content and happy to live such a fruitful life, preceded by my father and his brothers and sisters, and all of my cousins. We have been blessed with a large family and we will always remember and love her. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Grandfather Shams. This is how I remember…I honor him by remembering the struggles he went through to provide for his family, so that they could come to the U.S. and have a better quality of life. Love you, Papa. May your soul rest in eternal peace. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Grandfather. This is how I remember Jiddo. I remember you being so full of joy and high spirits. They said Alzheimer’s was killing you but I think it saved your life. It made you feel happy, free, worriless, and sweet. My mom talks about you all the time and we all miss you. I hope you are finally resting and at peace.  — Love, Your granddaughter
  • In honor of Antonio. This is how I remember…Although I did not have the opportunity to meet my grandfather; I have heard great things about him. He worked hard for his wife and kids. I know that if I had met him, I would have great stories to share with others.
  • In honor of Tía Conchis. This is how I remember… I did not get to meet you before your death, but I do remember what my family told me about you. You were a wonderful, loving mother, aunt, sister, and woman overall. Que descanses en paz Tía Conchis. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Ricarda (Mi abuelita). This is how I remember… I remember visiting you as much as possible, your stubborn nature and your lessons on morality. It was sad losing you days before Christmas; I only wish I could have seen you one last time before you passed. Thanks so much for everything, know that we all love you and miss you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Abuela Callejas. This is how I remember… I remember how she impacted and took care of my mom and family even with low resources. She managed to bring the family out. She provided us with everything we need to survive in Mexico. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Papá Juanito. This is how I remember… I remember you by being with our family and talking about your crazy funny days. — R.M.
  • In honor of Rob. This is how I remember… I remember your creative photography, how you turned a camera into a way to make art, and how you captured motion in still pictures. I remember your growing dance skills and how you combined them with photography. Thank you for your inspiration, thank you for your presence. Rest in peace. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Lloyd. This is how I remember… My uncle was always joking around and laughing. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Juan. This is how I remember… Juan was a great guy and I wish I had spent more time with him. He was always caring, loving, and responsible with my nieces and my sister. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Augustine. This is how I remember my grandpa: every day you inspire me to do more. Thank you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Andy. This is how I remember… I remember my grandfather always being there with the camera taking pictures. My grandfather is one of my role models because he was always determined. That is how I remember him. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Grandpa Enrique and Aunt Angelica. This is how I remember… They were great people, I love them so much, and they will always be in my heart. May they rest in heaven. — Anonymous

Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) / Remembering pioneers of peace — Oct. 29, 2012 at the LCC

  • In honor of Tia Elia. This is how I remember her… I remember you always being so caring and loveable. Always happy and smiling. You were so strong.  — xoxo
  • In honor of my brother Julio. This is how I remember him… I miss you so much. You were always there for us. That beautiful smile of yours always showed you cared. Love and miss you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of mi Abuelita Francisca. This is how I remember her… Your beauty and grace. Love, Ivette
  • In honor of Lola, My Grandma. This is how I remember her…  Our flower, our mother, our protector, and chef. We miss you more than anything. Our lives have never been the same, our house of music warm food and smiles. You made our escape from the world, our relief from the storms. Quiet and wise, we will never know all you knew. No one can compare to you. Every feather of your birds, every petal of your flowers, every rain drop you washed your hair with, we think of you. You are here with us in everything that is growing and green… alive. See you soon. — Zapata
  • In honor of Granny. This is how I remember her:… I was little but you were fun. A wide smile on your face and soft body that was perfect for hugs. We played Bingo and you made my favorite food, tuna. You told me I had talking eyes and rose-colored glasses. You had spunk and loved to crack jokes. I wish I would’ve had you longer, I wish we could have talked more. — Zapata
  • In honor of Bella. This is how I remember… Every stitch of a quilt, every fresh cut salad, every briskly walking woman downtown. You were always on a mission, always going somewhere, making something, making everything look beautiful. My always-laughing auntie, my dad’s older sister and best friend, you taught all of us to be strong, patient and laugh often. Our angel, we love you and miss you an unbearable amount. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Salvador y Soledad. This is how I remember them… Mi abuelito rezando todas las noches sin falta alguna. A veces rezaba tres veces al día. Leyendo sus libros de oraciones en la mañana. Mi abuelíta, comiendo pitayas, rodeada de flores por el día de las madres. Que Dios los tenga en su santa Gloria.  Descansen en Paz, Soledad y Salvador. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Sandra Ann. This is how I remember her… Never met you but if are anything like your son, Bryant then I know you are an amazing person.— Anonymous
  • In honor of mi madrina Wilda. This is how I remember her… Madrina, siempre pienso en tí. Gracias por cuidarme desde del cielo. Te extraño y te quiero mucho. Nos veremos otra vez. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Wichíto. This is how I remember him… Wichíto, nos peleabamos y al rato nos olvidábamos y jugábamos en la banqueta a quien sabe que. Ciudadános desde el cielo. Te quiero. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Tío Gavina. This is how I remember him… No tengo tantos recuerdos de cuando era niña, pero me acuerdo muy bien de cuando vivía  con ustedes y mi abuela. Gracias por todo y donde quiera que estén les mando saludos y abrazos. Descanse en  paz. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Juan Reyes. This is how I remember him: He was a loving father, who cared about both his children and wanted nothing but the best for them. He was a hard worker who did what he had to in order to support his family. He came from Mexico with nothing to his name and worked to become a respected member of his work place. I miss him every day and would like nothing more than to speak to him one more time. May he rest in place, que descance en paz. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Grandma Margarita. This is how I remember her: Even though I was too young when you left this world, I remember you through my mother, because people say she is just like you. And if my Mom is just like you I know you were an amazing woman! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Ruben. This is how I remember him… I love you and miss you every day. ¡Adios! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Miguel. This is how I remember him: Te quiero mucho papá. I hope you are resting in peace. I wish we could have spent more time together. Siempre te llevare en mi corazón. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mamá Jesucita. This is show I remember: When I would get sick, she would walk to the nearest store and buy for me some hot soup, medicine, and sneak in a small piece of candy. Mamá Jesucita, you will always be in my heart! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Great-Grandma Ramona. This is how I remember her… You were always the most loving and caring woman I knew. All you did for your family is admirable. The many stories I hear about you constantly reminds me of how much I miss you. ¡Te quiero! — Alexandria
  • In honor of Alvaro. This is how I remember him… This is my grandfather, but he was more like a dad to me. He raised my sister and I like his daughters. He was really funny and always liked to play jokes on us. The most common one was shaking our hand, acting as though he was going to kiss it, and instead kissing his own. We fell for this trick. He was a great man and role model for us. I miss him very much and love him. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Panchito. This is how I remember him: You would play with me all the time. I remember you buying paletas for me from the paleteros. Gracías. Te extraño. — Anonymous
  • In honor of John “Vietnam.” This is how I remember him… If a minute would reverse, I would have rehearsed the words to say to you knowing that you would be leaving us so soon. The influence you had throughout your community, the impact you left within me and every one that knew you is tremendous.  I have been telling everyone how you were someone who always aspired to be great and inspired others to be greater. Also how you really emphasized the word “unity” in “community”. To this day, people have been making tributes in your honor, wearing your name, and continuing to have you and your family and loved ones in their thoughts and prayers. You are an amazing individual, John. I miss you and love you, fam.  One life, one love. — JR
  • In honor of Leonard. This is how I remember him… “Mr. W” as I knew him, wasn’t only a math teacher. He was a role model. He was there for us through thick and thin. He always had the right words to say. He believed in you even when you didn’t believe in yourself. There isn’t one day that goes by that I don’t think of you and miss you. Rest in paradise Mr. Dub! — Anonymous
  • In honor of My grandparents, Mis Abuelos. This is how I remember them… I never got the chance to meet you, but unfortunately God needed you more in heaven, Grandma and Grandpa. Pa mi Ma Sara y Pa Jose. Los quiero mucho. Le quiero dar gracias  a Dios por darme la oportunidad de tenerlos el tiempo que los tuve. — Rosemarie
  • In honor of My Great-Grandma Rosie. This is how I remember her… Your smile and laughter. The way that you had such joy in your heart by simply living as you were. The way you looked at all of us grand kids and saw the best in each of us. You taught me at such a young age the beauty of being able to love everyone and you encouraged me unconditionally. It is from you that I got my love for simplicity- tissue box and rubber band guitarras and long talks with the people I love. I miss you Grandma and I wish you could see how I am today. — Anonymous
  • In honor of John “Vietnam.” This is how I remember him: “If a Minute Would Reverse” and “Hapa” are the two most played songs on my touch; I’m actually listening to “Hapa” as I write this. I remember a rocky start to our relationship, but watching you perform “Hapa” at the Hip Hop Summit changed everything. I won’t lie homie, I wanted to test you in every aspect. We’ve danced together; we’ve rocked numerous stages together, and talked several times.  I’ve always made you the bar I want to reach. But when you left us, I questioned everything I do and why I do it all. I’ve wanted to take my music toward a meaningful direction, but I never actually acknowledged how amazing your music was and still is.  It’s almost been two months and I still can’t get over your departure. Your songs are constantly on repeat and I stare at the sky every day hoping for a sign and guidance. I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing and the first step I’m taking is performing at least one of your songs at each performance I land to hopefully spread your music. People need to hear your music and spreading your music will help me figure out where I want to take my own music. — Tusic Music
  • In honor of Abuelita Ilde. This is how I remember her: She was always smiling, she loved all her children and she was a very strong woman. When I was young she always gave me candy from her dresser. I loved opening the gold wrapping for a delicious coffee-caramel tasting sweet. I love her, may she rest in peace. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Jose. This is how I remember him: My great grandpa, from my mom’s side, never complained about anything and always took care of my mom as if she were his own daughter. Last year, he came to Chicago for one last time to join together with aunts and uncles. He got really sick, but he recovered for a full day and walked down 26th street. He passed away in pain but he never complained. He lived a happy life and did so much for my mom. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Papa Che or Abuelito. This is how I remember him: My dad’s father has been my greatest inspiration for music. I wanted to be like him when I was little. I remember taking his trumpet and trying to play music. Now that I really can play, he’s watching me from heaven. My mom’s father taught me that hard work and honesty pays off and gets you far. He sacrificed everything for his children. I wish he were still here to see how far I came. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Tom. This is how I remember him: I remember my grandfather, Tom, as someone who not only showed me unconditional love, but taught me how to keep humor in my life. To the man who still keeps me laughing as the five year anniversary of his death approaches. He is still the greatest person I had the privilege to know and love. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Terrance. This is how I remember him: This boy sat next to my little sister in class. She told me that he would talk to her and ask for homework help from her and make the class laugh. He was a very nice guy. Last week, his uncle and father got into an argument and the boy was shot in the face by his uncle. He passed away last weekend. Everyone is mourning and all I can tell my sister is that he is in a better place. Rest in peace Terrance. You were a good kid. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My grandparents and Tia Reina. This is how I remember them: I didn’t meet my grandmothers, but my grandfathers were amazing. My Abuelito Balla would always come to my home and ask for beer. — Anonymous
  • I memory of My Abuelito Manuel. For example, when I was cleaning he told me that I had to dance while sweeping and now I always laugh when I sweep. Another memory is going on a trip and him saying to take a picture with him because it would be the last one…and it was. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Tía Reina. This is how I remember… She did not really say much, but she was there for me when I needed her. She left a small daughter, who I now take care of and reminds me of her so much. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mi Abuelito, this is how I remember him: When I was three years old you lived with my mom, my sister and I in our home in Las Cruces, New Mexico while my dad was in Illinois working to take care of us. I will never forget your kindness. Love you. Rest in peace. Jan 19, 1231- Oct 1, 2012. — Anonymous
  • In honor of mi Tío Bernardo, this is how I remember him: Bueno, que hay de decir. Yo no te conocí tanto como otros. No te había visto en unos cinco años. A pesar de que no te conocí recuerdo esos momentos que pasamos en tu casa, y a pesar de que no hayas escuchado los consejos de mi madre, quiero que descanses en pa., Espero que hayas encontrado la paz que no pudiste encontrar en este mundo. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mariela, this is how I remember her: I remember her being joyful and always being proud of her heritage. She was always putting a smile on everyone’s faces, turning a sad moment into a happy one. I remember her sharing her love, being thoughtful and considerate. She is my inspiration and has made me proud of my heritage and my roots. I am proud of being Latina. She taught me to love and keep a smile on my face no matter what, and that every problem has a solution. I miss her and love her very much. Rest in peace Tía, te quiero mucho. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Dorothy, this is how I remember her: I would wake up in the middle of the night you would be there. I would cry and you would be there. I would pick up a puzzle and you would be there. Though you left me when I was six, I will never forget the happiness and love you brought to my life. The lasting impressions you made on me are something that I hope to share with my family one day. I hate that my cousins, your great-nieces never had the chance to meet you. However, your soul and presence will forever live on in the family’s blood. I love you, Nanny. — Dusty
  • In honor of Martin, this is how I remember him: I remember you in pictures but I don’t remember you in person. I would look at the photographs that my mom would show me, where you would be carrying me all the time when I was a baby. She told me that you would never let me go! That every time you would visit you would go and search for me so you could carry me once again. I would cry and you would come to silence my wails of sadness and pain. I did not have the privilege of getting to know you. I wanted to understand who you were and how you played a role in my life. I wish I would have! My mom told me that you were such a humble and positive person. It kind of reminds me of who I am today. I was told you left the world too soon thanks to that horrible sickness you had. I am not mad nor am I sad, but rather happy that you are in a better place filled with peace, happiness and unconditional love. I just wish I would have met you! I look at the pictures often and they somehow bring a sense of joy to me seeing you smile in every single one of them. I know one day I will have the privilege of meeting you, but for now I will keep your smile alive and carry it with me everywhere I go. Que en paz descanses Tío Martin y pronto nos veremos para hablar de la vida. — Tu sobrino, Esteban
  • In honor of Estrellita Bellita, this is how I remember her: he light of my life. She was full of energy, spirit, and love. She taught me how to get up every day and make the best of what it is. Pura vida mi querida amiguita. — Anonymous

Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) / Día de Difuntos (All Saints’ Day) —

Oct. 31 & Nov. 2, 2011 at the LCC 

  • In honor of Rosa Maria (Nena), this is how I remember…Nena, my older cousin, was the sweetest and nicest person I knew. She was very optimistic in any situation, always bringing a positive atmosphere. She also looked after her younger cousins and was very loving. R.I.P.  I love you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of my father Jose Eduardo, this is how I remember…through stories others tell me about you. — Anonymous
  • In honor of David, this is how I remember…your big, almost audible smile and the way your eyes would light up as you exclaimed “Katya Linda!” I’m missing you so much today and every day. Your love still radiates within me and all of us. You touched everyone you met and the world is just not quite the same without you. But I know you’re here. And you can hear and see me now. I love you so much Tío. — Katya
  • In honor of Mary, this is how I remember…I always remember your sweet words to me, you called me “Princess.” We were the only kids you liked. I still remember all your stories and I wish you can sit with me on the porch one more time and tell me all you remembered. I still can’t believe I didn’t get to say goodbye. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and have done more for you. You made us so happy and were a great part of our childhood. You helped us fill the void of our grandmother. You, I consider my grandmother. Love you. I promise I will find your tomb some day. — Your princess
  • In honor of Mom and Dad, this is how I remember…Today is your wedding anniversary…37 years! In a new tradition for me, I made a sugar skill for you and 2 flowers. I hope you two are dancing in heaven. — Anonymous
  • In honor of mi nonna, Grandma, this is how I remember…Gracias Nonnita Chula. Tengo tu anillo, tus muebles, tu amor y tu ejemplo. — Anonymous
  • In honor of maternal remembrances, this is how I remember…maternal remembrances are the beginning of our life’s image. I’ve known my great grandmother, grandmother, who are all gone, and now my own dear mother has passed. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Basilio y Catalina, this is how I remember…mis padres que me dieron la vida. Les rendimos respeto, honor y bendiciones. — Jim
  • In honor of Margarita, this is how I remember…I remember him sitting on my back porch—enjoying a warm summer afternoon watching the neighbors passing by with his occasional friendly “helloooo!” Querido pásela bien lo queremos y lo extrañamos. — Marta
  • In honor of abuelita Luz Alfonsina Juana y abuelito Juan, this is how I remember…Los quiero mucho! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Santiago Jr., this is how I remember…Your father really loved you. He is truly proud of how far you have come. — Anonymous
  • In Honor of Nieves. This is how I remember… Antes de nada, felicito a Rosa Cabrera por lo bonito y organizado que estuvo el evento. Es un día triste para todos, los que hemos perdidos, seres queridos. Yo, por ejemplo, perdí a mis abuelos, padres, un hermano, otro que no conocí, y a mi inolvidable esposo con 56 años de casados. Eso marcó mi vida para siempre, solo el amor de mi familia y a Dios he podido seguir adelante. — Sinceramente, Ana
  • In honor of Adrian. This is how I remember… I play Ramstein and think of our times driving through the park. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Manuel, Alberto and Juan. This is how I remember… Contento y alegre, driving fast in Texas. Grandpa, jugando con los gallos en Pinos Altos. A young kid, with a bright future ahead of him. Love and miss you, uncle, grandpa and cousin. — Anonymous
  • In honor of my abuelita Raquel. This is how I remember… my grandma was the one person that brought life to this family. She was always smiling, laughing, singing corridos, dancing, and she always looked happy no matter what. Because of her my whole family has been united. I still remember at all the holidays how we would get together at her house, but not no more. She has been fighting cancer for 6 years but she always kept strong, smiling, without one sign of suffering. She was a warrior and never forgotten. I love you abuelita! Nunca te olvidaremos! Siempre estarás en mi corazón! — Anonymous
  • In honor of Mario, Margarita and Juan Manuel. This is how I remember… Mis abuelos que me quieran, si no fuera por ellos, mis padres nunca serán de aquí y tampoco yo. Me quieren mucho y con amor y respeto. — Tu nieto, Jr.
  • In honor of Blanca. This is how I remember her…filled with joy and energy for life. A mother, friend and mentor… — Love always,  Irma
  • In honor of Joyce. This is how I remember, my sophomore English teacher. She was caring, accepting, fun and loyal. She was the first adult I ever came out to. She was my friend. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Darlene, Javier, Mama Gloria and Papa Beto. This is how I remember…con mucho amor y cariño que Dios bendiga sus almas. Recuerda que siempre los amamos y viven en nuestros corazones. Que Dios los tengan en su Gloria. — Anonymous
  • In honor of abuelita Barrera. This is how I remember…gracias por continuar estar con nosotros siempre. Te espero contarme sus cuentos cuando estes lista. — Anonymous
  • In honor of mi abuelito Copio,. This is how I remember…I wear your ring every day as a symbol of your strength. — Anonymous
  • In honor of my daddy Jan. This is how I remember…I carry the picture f you holding me as a baby everywhere because it reminds me that even though you’re gone, you’re still looking over me like you did when I was that baby in the picture. — Anonymous
  • In honor of mi abuelito Jesus. This is how I remember… I remember you with your horse, riding into your home with your usual army of dogs. I remember you being in your room watching novelas mientras mi abuelita concinaba. Siempre me debas tanto amor. Ahora que no estas, mi papá te extraña mucho. Todos te recordamos ahora con una gran felicidad de los impactos que nos has hecho en nuestras vidas. En donde estas, nada mas te quiero mandar el mensaje que te amamos. Te extraño y te amo abuelito. — De parte de tu nieta Luz, o Luz y tu hijo Eliseo
  • In honor of mi primo y mi abuelito Jesus. This is how I remember… Primo: te quería decir que te fuiste en un tiempo muy joven en tu vida pero te acordamos y estas en nuestros pensamientos. Abuelito: Te amamos y te quería decir que mi papa te extraña mucho y te acordamos con amor. Te quiero mucho abuelito. Te extrañamos. — Tu nieta y tu hijo Eliseo y Luz María
  • In honor of Juvenile, Herario and Gabido. This is how I remember…Tíos que eran mas buenos que se murieron muy joven. Con amor y respeto. — Tu sobrino, Jr.
  • In honor of Jacqueline Collins. This is how I remember… You were my sister and my friend. You were there to listen when times were hard and you brought light to my brother’s life and all of our lives. We love you and miss you dearly. Rest in Peace. — Love, Theresa
  • In honor of Ernest. This is how I remember… I have a vague memory of my grandfather, but I do remember he was always good to my brother, sister and I. He would bring us gifts and I remember visiting Monterrey, Mexico with my family and he took us out when he wasn’t working. His death touched a lot of people and that’s how I know he was more loved than I remember. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Ana Maria. This is how I remember… I am participating in this event today to remember my sister Ana Maria. She only lived for a few days and although it was a long time ago, I still remember her and I am glad to have this day to think of her. — Miguel
  • In honor of Xavier & Malena. This is how I remember… my brother and my baby sister. Love you guys, I hope that you’re all doing alright. Take care of my mom since she’s sick. We have placed your altar and you’re welcome to come tonight to eat your favorite foods. Rest in peace. My mami misses you! — Love your sister Lulu J xoxoxo P.S. See you guys one day
  • In honor of Zorida. This is how I remember… She was the strongest woman I’ve ever known. She went though hell and back, but she stayed strong. She was always positive, laughing, singing, and dancing. She was very kind and loving to everyone. I miss her. — Anonymous
  • In honor of Juan Manuel. This is how I remember… I was just nine years old when he left to heaven. Sometimes I feel like I never knew who he really was, but I know somewhere beyond the horizon we will one day meet and share things we didn’t when he was alive. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Departed Loved One. This is how I remember… my grandma, always happy! Always making sure I had something to eat, especially la empanadas and always taking care of others. — Anonymous
  • In honor of My Departed Loved One. I miss you more with every day that goes by, and every breath that I take. Many may have forgotten you, but you will always be in my heart. — Love, Mahroo
  • In honor of my mom and dad: This is how I remember… A family trip to Acapulco, Guerrero. Everyone was so happy! Te quiero y te extraño mama y papi. Nunca los voy a olvidar. Estarán siempre en mi corazón. — Con bastante amor, Edith