A parade…of sorts.

Posted November 18th, 2008 under Clara and Libby, Life, Puerto Rico, Sights & Sounds by MicheleP.

Today was another field trip day for the girls - library story hour followed by pizza at a local shop. As we were getting the kids ready to leave, we heard some drums outside. As we looked out, we saw a marching band – complete with many different types of drums and baton twirlers in sparkly outfits. Tomorrow is a holiday here (Discovery of Puerto Rico) and so I assumed it was some sort of celebration for that. I was just about to reach down and grab my camera for a few photos when I noticed something.

No one was smiling. In fact, most of the drummers had tears streaming down their cheeks. I was puzzled for a minute and then as I saw the next group in the “parade” I realized…this wasn’t a parade at all.

A black hearse followed the drummers. And behind that a white casket was being pushed on a gurney. A crowd of friends and family followed – openly grieving.

No, this wasn’t a parade. It was a procession. A funeral procession. I turned to my friend and we both said, “Oh. It’s a funeral.”

Clara overheard me. “What’s a funeral, Mom?”

And so with chaos all around me I tried to quickly explain what a funeral was – that someone had died and that they were celebrating their life. I don’t think she understood. I have a feeling, I’ll be answering more questions about funerals…and death tonight.



  • 1

    It seems sort of inspiring the way they mourn openly vs. the way things are done here.

    I am very glad you didn’t start snapping photos … !

    Comment by Traci — November 18, 2008 @ 12:35 pm

  • 2

    Oh, ick.

    Comment by Alicia @ Experiencing Each Moment — November 18, 2008 @ 10:54 pm

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