Today is Cynco De Mayo and my father-in-law’s birthday.
I learnt about Cynco De Mayo when I was in grad school. At that time, all it meant was indulging in Mexican food. This year, Hari brought up the Mexican holiday and we concluded that we will celebrate the day by making bean burritto, his favorite food, at home. Out of curiosity, I poked around a bit and found some fascinating information – it is not much of a holiday in Mexico, and it’s not a celebration of Mexico’s independence, as it is popularly believed to be. It marks the victory of Mexico against the French army in a certain battle.
Hari has seen my father-in-law and has vague recollection of him. Ram hasn’t seen him nor does he understand the concept of death. “Amma, what does die mean? does it mean not alive?” and in the same breath he declared, “Did you notice that die and alive rhyme mama?” We moved on to talk about all the things that thatha liked when he was alive. Appa would have been 78 years old today.