- A child’s grave at Corozal Silver Cemetery.
The death of my baby sister Lidia was the first death that I would personally witness and by that time in my life it would set a precedent. I would again encounter this issue with the death of a next door neighbor who all of us knew as Maye, a relative of our regular playmate Osiris, and it all occurred in that same building in which we lived.
I only bring up the death of this girl since she was only an adolescent when she passed away and I was struck by the sharp contrast between the way the issue of death was handled by my Westindian family and their friends and by my Spanish neighbors. Continue reading
