Dia de los Muertos

Twenty three years ago my father died. He never wore a hat in his life. I love wearing hats. I bought this hat in Oaxaca, Mexico during the Day of the Dead holiday several years ago to honor my dad.

I've never told anybody the exact reason for purchasing the hat before now - and I'm not quite sure why I felt the need for such a self portrait, or admission, this evening. Day of the Dead helped me to understand my own journey in relation to dad's death so much more clearly than I'd ever understood previously. Hats off to you dad. And hats on, too.