Día de los Muertos

Reflection

The person who I chose to do is my dad. The thing that makes this project so emotional for me is that my dad passed away not too long ago, September 24 of this year in fact. I chose to do my dad because he was one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important. He was the closest person to me by far I don’t know of anyone who was like him, and it hurt me so much when I found out that it happened, and what made it even worse was that he was on his way down to see me and my sister when it happened. I will forever regret not saying “I love you” before he left the day before. He wasn’t really perfect I think the reason that he died was that he wasn’t perfect, but he was the perfect dad. He did everything that he should have did as a dad. I never really knew anything about his personal life, but I didn't really care about that. I know he didn't have a real career, but he always had a job. For as long as I can remember he had a job that provided for me and my family. He was also one of the toughest people I knew. My dad would put his life on the line to protect me and my family. I really looked up to him for that. No matter what anyone says I think that my dad was perfect, sure he had his flaws, but who doesn't. I’m always going to love him and miss him very much.

My dad meant everything to me. He was the one who taught me what I know today. I have nothing against my mom, but I feel like my dad was just a more dominant figure in my life. He’s the -reason why I am such a big sports fan. From an early age he exposed me to sports, mainly football. One of the main reasons why I’m a diehard Eagles fan was him. Whoever took my dad away from me took everything away from me. He was the only one who understood me and I was the only one who understood him. Sure he got on my nerves, but he was my dad, so I really didn't care because I loved him so much. I know that I said that he means everything to me, but he meant more than everything to me, if that is even possible.

I decided to create my sugar skull in remembrance of my dad because it was so recent, referring to his death. He was such an inspiration on my life. Most of the things that I do revolve around him. Like he taught me different things that a female couldn’t teach. There was nothing that I couldn’t tell my dad. I regret not talking to him more than I did. I can't even tell him the things that I wanted to tell him as I got older. Before this abrupt end to my dad’s life, I was going to talk to him more than I did. He was always at my house although he didn't live with me. This gave me the satisfaction of having my dad around more than other people whose parents are separated. Overall the main reason why I decided to make my sugar skull in remembrance of my dad because of how recent his death was, how big of an inspiration he was, and to get over all of the regrets that I have.

My sugar skull represents my father because the colors on the skull are the colors of our favorite football team, the Philadelphia Eagles. My dad and I were diehard Eagles’ fans. He would always come to my house and watch the games with me, sometimes spending the night if it was a very late game. There has been countless times where me and him would watch the games that come on throughout the day just to see the Eagles play. I grew up watching the Eagles and he was the main reason for that. There is also a little blue patch that is on the side of the skull. I only did this because there wasn’t any more black paint, but it does relate to my dad. His favorite color was blue, so I decided to use the blue paint to fill the rest of my sugar skull. The blue is too light though, his favorite color is like a navy blue color. My dad really wasn’t the person to go over and beyond with things, so that’s the reason my skull is so plain. If it was up to him he would have left the skull all white and not had did anything to it. If it wasn’t required to decorate it I probably wouldn’t have done anything because that's how he would have wanted it. I decorated my mask the same way with the same colors. My dad probably would have just colored it blue and left it at that.

“Dia de los Muertos” opened up my eyes to celebrating the life of a pasted one by having me realize that you shouldn’t mourn the death of people, but celebrate it. Really I already knew that I should do this. At his funeral I actually said that. While everyone else was crying all I could do was smile, not only to keep from crying, but to show that we should be celebrating his death. I’m extremely hurt and sadden by this, but to this day I haven’t cried, well at least not yet. I don’t think I’ll do everything that is usually done on “Dia de los Muertos”, I don't know if I’ll do it at all, but I definitely know that I’m not going to mourn the loss of my dad, but celebrate it.

Español Panegírico

Me llamo Rymir Vaughn y yo tengo quince años de edad. Yo soy el hijo de William Vaughn. Mi padre fue de Filadelfia, específicamente el oeste de Filadelfia. Él vivió con su madre y dos hermanas. Yo nunca supe eso su padre está no presente. Él fue muy cómico. Él fue un trabajador dedicado. Él fue un hombre diligente. Mi padre fue un hombre bien

Yo estoy muy triste. Yo quiero mi padre aquí con mi otra vez. Yo necesito más tiempo con mi padre. Amo a mi papá y lo extraño. Mentalmente yo estoy dolido. Yo necesito a deco te amo uno más tiempo. Eso es el más importante cosa a me. No diciendo te amo estoy me lastima. lo extraño tanto.