I took this picture last November 1, All Saints' Day. For a change, we decided to visit my mother's grave during the afternoon up until after the sun had set. Our experience was more serene than usual because the people around seemed quieter and less frenzied. We offered flowers and candles for the soul of my mother and our other loved ones. We prayed the rosary as a family. After that, Zoe wanted to eat so we bought her an ice cream drumstick from a tindero. I remember her saying, "Mommy, masarap ice cream, kasi mahal." Funny. And that's about it. We packed our belongings and went home happy that we were able to spend at least some time to pray to and for my mom and for the other souls in purgatory.
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