I never saw a dead person in my life (nope, not even at an open casket funeral!) until the summer of 2003. I was in the shower at my house in Honduras when I heard a HUGE loud crash sound that lasted for like 20 seconds. Upon gettinig dressed, I went to the front room and Suyapa was calling the Red Cross. There had been an accident RIGHT in front of our house (which is on the main highway through Honduras) between a Mack truck and a littly bitty pickup. The neighbors began trying to get the three guys in the pickup out with garden tools. When the ambulance arrived, they removed on man alive, and one dead. The third guy had died instantly. I unfortunatly got a really good view of that guy's head, which is in terrible shape after having passed through the accident. One of the other gringas was watching the whole thing from her front porch, in tears. What really surprised me was that my little cousins (8 and 11 years old at that time) and some other little children were walking up to the accident and looking in the truck, and no one even thought anything of it.
In early 2006, I went to the Mummy Museum in Guanajuato Mexico. I don't really consider the mummies to be anything super terrible, even though they are real dead people. But what surprised me there was that parents were posing their small children by the mummies to take pictures of them. One family even posed their baby by a baby mummy! I'm pretty sure that if this museum were in the States, there would be an age limit to be able to enter...
Earlier this year, I received a MySpace comment (NEVER do this) from my Honduran brother telling me that our aunt Amalia had died. I had just seen her laughing with grandma and another of thier sisters like a month before. I even remember telling her that she and her sisters were a bunch of troublemakers. She laughed and agreed! Then I get a MySpace comment telling me that she died. It's like people are sad for two days, then life goes back to normal.
This past monday night, a friend of mine, Chelo, was in a bad car accident and died. She wan't a close friend of mine, but I had hung out with her a few times, and she was only 25 years old! It was so sudden, it took all of us by shock. I've never been to a funeral in Mexico, nor in any other latin american country. The funerals happen within hours of the death. I didn't find out about Chelo until about 4pm the day after the accident, and the family had been at the funeral home all day by that time. They buried her today (wednesday) in the morning.
My friend Rebecca, who is from the States and has been here since August, was a good friend of Chelo, and Chelo's best friend Sarahi. Rebecca stayed all day tuesday and most of the day wednesday at the funeral place with Sarahi and family.
The thing that really really tore at my heart, and I can't even imagine, is that Sarahi and Rebecca dressed Chelo's body to be buried. I wanted to ask what she looked like after having been in a car wreck, but am not about to ask something like that so a good friend of hers who dressed her body! I would have thought that one person would identify the body, then she would be put in a closed casket and buried. But apparently, they had her in an open casket for a long time - for funerals here family and friends go sit with the immediate family and the body for long periods of time. I didn't go. I couldn't make myself go. I don't know how Rebecca did it, or especially Sarahi, who was Chelo's best friend.
I don't know if I will ever get used to the different customs of death here. And I know that I haven't experienced the half of the differences yet. I know it shouldn't be a sad thing when someone who is a child of God dies, and I know that Chelo is in a better place now, but the physical part of death still makes me not know how to react or what to do. And some day I'll have to go to a funeral here and actually know what it's like...
Amalia (in the purple) and two of her sisters on the day that I said they were a bunch of troublemakers
Chelo
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