Day of the Dead

November 1, 1987: Today is the Dia de Todos los Muertos in Argentina and my Tia is so depressed that she won't even go either to the church or the cemetery to lay flowers on my uncle's grave. Going to the cementerio de la Chacarita used to be a half-festive occasion. After our respects were paid, we'd go to the pizzeria across the street. That was just about the only time that I saw my Tia smile and ready to eat. She enjoyed having someone serve her for a change, someone doing something nice for her. The waiter would treat her as if she were a relative, not a customer.