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Cookie was the first dog my family had. Cookie was the sweetest dog, and she would always listen to us. She was a tiny dog and was white with black spots. In 2020, my family got a husky. We named her "cookie"

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When my uncle had gotten his dog me and my little brother acted like it was ours as well. We all grew up together since we were small. His name was shordy, he was a short bulldog. He passed away at 15 years old.

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My cousin died at the age of 17, 6 AM in the morning when everyone in the house collectively woke up from his sister's agonizing scream. She was helping him hold out on his asthma attack while they wait for medical reinforcements, but due to how long it took for them to arrive to our house, he passed away. He was like a brother to me despite being a bit of a bad influence, but I couldn't imagine life without waking up to him stealing a good portion of everyone's food. He didn't deserve to die. He was a good person with many aspirations, and it would take an even bigger toll on his sister compared to before. Prior to this, they both lost their mother, who was someone I mourned for as well. Its been years since then, but I still felt as if my life had been changed forever upon experiencing loss.

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I had a cousin named Jose. He loved going to each family event with his mother. He was very talkative and enjoyable to be around with. He liked any type of cake! However, the last time I have ever saw him was on his birthday when he was turning 27.

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My Grandma was a very sweet old lady with her short white hair, she always smiled whenever anybody came to visit her because it was kind of rare sometimes, but I got to visit her every chance that I could although it proved to be hard when my mother spoke ill of her and would refuse to let me go, without a doubt she was always happy to see me. She was the second youngest out of my aunts/grandma, while my oldest aunt had the worst of the health issues, my grandma somehow left this earth way before her. The way she was so kindhearted and caring she was exactly like my real grandma, she did anything and everything she could for me despite her old age, she suffered from extreme COPD which originated from her working in fields from where they grew up. I do not know the full story, but I do know that she came from Cotulla, Texas and what it was like back then I had no clue. Her date of birth was March 11, in the early 40's I believe, to March 5th, 2023 (My great Grandmothers birthday/ her sister)

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I lost my grandpa in the covid quarantine. I didn't know him very well since he lived so far away, but everyone who did know him sees him as admirable and a very loving person. I have a picture of me and him smiling when I was very young, and I remember him as a kind loving person

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Abigail Perez was a student at my last school in CPS. She was also on my Cross Country Team and was the best female runner. She was a quiet and non-assuming person who always would light up a room when she entered or smiled. Unfortunately, she was tragically murdered by a boy she dated briefly who was abusive. At the same time, he also took his own life. Everyone who knew Abigail, her family, friends, and teachers will forever remember her beautiful soul and hope she is flying free in her everlasting glory above.

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We lost my lovely mother-in-law in June. Here is the letter I wrote for her memorial book: Mom, There are many beautiful gifts of love you have shared with me over these past 25+ years, which I'll cherish forever. Like how you immediately made me feel like family when Mike and I first started dating and how you doted on Saige. Or upon mine & Mike's engagement, when you offered me your wedding dress to wear (even though I was a solid foot taller than you), as well as how ecstatic you were because you also gained instant Grandma status (and asked me to call you Mom:) Our coffee talks where we swapped: cooking and cleaning hacks that both amused and baffled us, our joys, frustrations, advice, sorrows, and of course, a lil hot gossip. Feasting at the Taste of Melrose and the Italian Fest over Labor Day weekends. You and Jackie laughing harder at me than the comedian at The Roundhouse, because you said my laughter was funnier than his jokes, and infectious. Hiding sweet gifts around your house for Saige & Phaedra to find when they were kids, as well as the many Disney movie filled sleepovers you hosted. Reorganizing my kitchen cabinets more times than any human should ever have to. Using the large wooden salad forks as makeshift T-Rex hands (I will ALWAYS roar when I use them and think of you). You, Jackie, and I attending the play The Color Purple, in the city, crying our eyes out during the pivotal scenes; then doing it all over again this past February, with Addison, as we watched the newest movie version together. The way you'd tell stories, with such emphatic facial expressions, then jump out of your seat and shout the comedic parts until we were all in stitches. Our family Christmas Eve traditions, celebrations, and our adventures in California. Dancing with you, any and everywhere. I am forever grateful for the incredible man you and Dad raised in Michael, who I am honored to call my husband and father of my children, your fierce love and care for Saige and Phaedra, and for loving me as a daughter. Until we meet again. Love Always, Trish

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Our nephew was tragically killed in a motorized bike accident last Thursday at 10:21 pm. He was riding home from the gym, after his workout. He was riding on a 30 mph road. A 16 year old girl, failed to yield the right of way. She had a stop sign and he did not. She went through the stop sign, as Christopher was traveling home. He then crashed into the side of her car. He was wearing his helmet, but unfortunately, he succumbed to his injuries an hour later.

Tragically, this occurred on his parent’s 38 wedding anniversary. Our family will never be the same, he was only 28 years old. He will never get married, never have kids or spend time with us again. He was doing everything right and sometimes life is just not fair.

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Personal belongings or mementos/ Objetos personales de sus seres queridos.

A connection is important because they keep the memory of loved ones alive.

These candles symbolize the life and personality of the person, making the ofrenda personal and meaningful with candles.

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Water symbolizes life, purity, and renovation. It calms the thirst of the spirits. It is important because it demonstrates that we keep taking care of loved ones after their departure. It reminds us to maintain live the memories of those who have passed.

El agua simboliza la vida, pureza, y renovación. Calma la sed de los espíritus. Es importante porque muestra que seguimos cuidando a los queridos después de su partida. Nos recuerda a mantener viva la memoria de los que ya no están.

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My grandpa was a very loved man in the community of Pilsen and within our family. When he passed away it hurt many of my family. He passed away 4 years ago due to lung cancer. Ever since then it has been hard for my grandma. We have always have a ofrenda up for him at my grandmothers house and always add something new when it is a holiday or special day. He always had a big role on me and my siblings lives because when we used to live at our grandmas my grandparents would always watch us and keep us out of trouble.

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El pan de muerto representa el ciclo de la vida y la muerte. Este elemento es importante porque representa la conexión entre la vida y la muerte.

The bread of the dead represents the cycle of life and death. This element is important because it represents the connection between the life and death.

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Cruz cristiana y símbolos religiosos - Christian Cross and other religious symbols 

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Cruz cristiana y símbolos religiosos - Christian Cross and other religious symbols 

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These religious symbols exemplify important spiritual beliefs. These are important during Dia de los Muertos and on ofrendas because it’s a reflection of the blending between indigenous and other beliefs such as Christianity.

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Comida favorita de los Muertos/ Favorite food of the dead 

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Comida favorita de los Muertos/ Favorite food of the dead 

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La comida favorita de los muertos simboliza el amor y recuerdo que hacia ellos que ya fallecido. Un elemento importante de la comida favorita de los muertos que refleja la personalidad y los gustos del ser quiero que han fallecido. Un elemento tradicional en las ofrendas es el Pan de muerto, que representa el ciclo de la vida y la muerte.

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Objetos personales de sus seres queridos - Personal belongings or mementos

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Objetos personales de sus seres queridos - Personal belongings or mementos

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Personal items are meant to help make the spirit feel more welcomed and remembered for who they are.

It is important to have this element on the altar to remind us what made the person unique, creating a personal connection between the living and the spirits.

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Cempasúchil flores, also known as "Flower of the Dead," is important because it creates a path for the dead to visit their loved ones in the living world. The orange color and the strong scent are believed to guide the spirits.

Cempasúchil flores, también conocida como "Flor de los Muertos", es importante porque crea un camino para que los muertos visiten a sus seres queridos en el mundo de los vivos. Se cree que el color naranja y el fuerte aroma guían a los espíritus.

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Water symbolizes thirst quencher. It’s offered to spirits to quench their thirst after their journey from the spirit world.

Water is important because it’s a refreshment for spirits, symbol of life, and purification. Water is a way to care for the spirits, showing love and respect.

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Fotos de seres queridos que han fallecido.  Photos of loved ones who have died.

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Fotos de seres queridos que han fallecido.  Photos of loved ones who have died.

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Photos of loved ones are a key element in the Día de Los Muertos slate because they help create a connection between the living and the dead. They honor and celebrate the lives of their loved ones.

Las fotos de seres queridos son un elemento clave en la lista del Día de Los Muertos porque ayudan a crear una conexión entre los vivos y los muertos. Honran y celebran la vida de sus seres queridos.

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Fotos de seres queridos que han fallecido/ Photos of loved ones who died

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Fotos de seres queridos que han fallecido/ Photos of loved ones who died

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Es importante para que nosotros podamos recordarlos./ It’s important to keep their memories alive.

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Salt is seen as a symbol of purification. It’s believed to help purify and protect the spirts during there journey back to the world of the living.

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The skulls are important on Día de los muertos alters because they remind us that death is apart of life. They symbolize the idea that we should celebrate and remeber our loved ones with joy, not fear. It shows honor to the ones who have passed.

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They are known as the “flowers of the dead.” Their bright orange and yellow colors and strong scent and are believed to guide the spirit back to the ofrendas.

Simboliza la guía para los espíritus en su regreso. Su color brillante y aroma fuerte ayuda a atraer a los espíritus hacia las ofrendas.

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Candles symbolize the light guiding spirits back to visit their loved ones. They represent hope and remembrance to give path for spirits during this special day.

Velas significan la luz que guía a los espíritus para volver a donde estas sus seres amados. Las velas representan esperanza y recuerdo para dar camino a los espíritus en este día tan espacial

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Pan de Muerto is a symbol of the cycle of life and death. Sharing this bread is a way to connect with those who have passed away, and honoring their memory

Pan de Muerto es un símbolo del ciclo de la vida y la muerte. Compartir este pan es una forma de conectar con quienes han fallecido y honrar su memoria.

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This is my Gram! She passed away almost a year ago this coming November. We miss her so much! She was 94 years old (no one ever believed that). My Gram was an amazing woman, like most Grandmothers are. But, she truly was the epitome of what a Mother and Grandmother should be. She was full of faith and love. She was fun, loved to laugh, loved her dogs, birds, the Cubs, loved to cook, and most of all her family! She would always tell us when we would leave after a visit "I love you all!"

She also loved her bakery - a lot!! That's why I love this picture so much. She loved sweets and we brought Weber bakery to her often. I loved seeing her light up when she really enjoyed something. I love my sweets too, I guess I know where I got it from :). I had so much admiration for my Gram. She lived a long and healthy life. Not by accident either. She took good care of herself and lived a balanced life. My family was very lucky to have a wonderful woman like her in our lives for as long as we did.

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My beautiful mom, what can I say, I miss her every day. She was a very strong woman, who birthed 13 children, migrated to Chicago then later in life moved and retired to Las Cruces, New Mexico where she passed on January 7, 2020; same day my daughter was born. What's so beautiful about the shared day is that my daughter always asked that a picture of my mom be placed on her cake table in honor of her. Love her dearly.

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My dad passed on April 20, 2016; five days before my birthday in Las Cruces, New Mexico. He migrated to Chicago way back in the 70's and brought 10 kids and wife over. Later as the years passed him, my mom and sister decided to move and retire to NM. Over their years there my dad actually grew corn and other vegetables in their backyard. Love him dearly.

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You cannot even imagine how much you both are missed! Keep dancing in the sky. Sending hugs & kisses to heaven. Keep watching over the family as I know you always have and will.

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We tragically lost Connor last week. Our family is crushed beyond belief. We are praying for his spirit and can only hope he is no longer suffering. Rest easy, brother...

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My OG MIKE!!!

Funny story, one of my uncles has 5 daughters and 4 out of the 5 married a Mike. But this was always and will always be OG MIKE.

Mike, was one of my favorite in law cousins that I talked to on the regular. He was always a call away, although miles away from Chicago, I knew that distance meant nothing. He was such a family man. We shared a lot of similarities but our absolute favorite thing to discuss was our love for chicken wings lol

I miss our daily talks! I miss the jokes! It’s going to be one year soon that you got called back home. Hasn’t gotten any easier not being able to just contact you! Specially right now! Miss you always, OG Mike!

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My aunt Devona and uncle Kenny were two of the happiest people you could ever meet. My aunt was only fourteen years older than me and I have so many fond memories of tagging along with her to grab a hot dog or burger or driving an extra block to finish a ballad by Meatloaf. She and my uncle were were both so happy and had a large, loving family. One thing I remember about them is they both had a true passion for life and I want to carry that same spirit with me. Sadly, they were both taken from us this summer when someone texting while driving crossed into on-coming traffic and hit them head on. Please don’t text and drive.

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Natalie was an amazing young woman with a kind heart, great sense of humor and lived life to the fullest. I met Natalie when my youngest daughter joined the St. Cletus family as a second-grader in 2015. While Natalie was already in high school her mom became of daily part of Maren's life as she got her to school and breakfast everyday. That summer and for the following summers, Natalie was an huge influence over Maggie, Nicki and Maren's lives as she worked as our nanny taking the girls to the pool, on adventures and being an all-around role model to the girls. When she was away at college, she stayed in touch with them and they planned activities for the following summer. Natalie is forever in our hearts and this photo has a special place in our family room. Natalie died tragically in a car accident last August.

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Mi abuelito was one of the funniest men you could’ve ever met. He loved fishing and harvesting. He had a little small store in Mexico, Michoacán where he would sell his harvest and his fresh fish everyday.

That’s how he raised his 9 kids, with hard earned money. The good old Mexican way.

We all miss him dearly.

Miss taking him to get his fresh DD coffee every morning with his roasted coconut donut… then on his cheat days, he would ask for a “rueda” AKA Big Mac.

I hope you are freely having all of the goodies you want while you sit up there watching us and laughing at all the silly things we do. Miss you today and always.

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Jan Kennedy, my grandmother, passed away at 75 years old a little less than a year ago from cancer, and it was one of the most devastating moments of my life. She was an incredibly fun and funny person, who always had a sharp wit and a good joke. She was the one who taught me how to play poker, was the unchallenged queen in Jeopardy when we sat down to watch, had the most incredible memory and a love of telling family stories, and was the greatest grandmother I could have asked for. I miss her greatly, though I hold her with me, honoring her every day.

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Los hermanos Butch y Jim se reúnen por última vez en 2018.

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Uncle Butch & my Dad Jim taught me everything I know about being a good man. I remember how much they worked hard, enjoyed life, and made a good home for their families. They're with me always.

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My dad Joe was the most loving, compassionate, honest, and hardworking person I ever knew. He loved living life every day with his family (my mom and I). My dad grew up in Logan Square and was employed as a truck driver in Chicagoland. Knowing the city well, he would often take my mom and I to neighborhood spots to get the BEST (fill in the blank), while regaling us with stories past and present. I have many fond memories of getting Rainbow ice cream, Calumet and Lawrence Fisheries, beefs and dogs throughout the city, as well as special this and original that. My dad also loved fishing, pictured here in his boat on Lake Michigan. Most family vacations would involve going up North to fish. He was always willing to lend a helping hand to neighbors or anyone in need and would be the first to strike up conversation while waiting in line. He truly had a zest for life. Good things weren’t just good, they were “PHENOMENAL”. Every day was an adventure to be enjoyed and celebrated. My father’s enthusiasm and curiosity for life lives on in me. It was and is a privilege to call Joesph Patrick Miller my dad and he will be forever loved and cherished in our hearts.

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She was an amazing caring mother; she taught me so many things. One was to be independent and be sufficient. I miss your laughter and her cooking.

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As the youngest sibling of four, losing my parents was difficult. They were hard working parents who gave everything to us- their children. They were married for over 50 years when they died. My mother passed first, and the memories of my father during that time were not only incredibly sad, but also incredibly touching. He begged her to stay with him. If there is an afterlife, I know they are watching over us together.

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This is my little cousin Regina, she was born in Mexico July 31st. When she was born the doctors noticed she didn’t cry which was bc she had trouble breathing she had liquid in her lungs. She was put on oxygen for 3 days but sadly when they disconnected her she passed away

August 3rd. That day heaven received one more Angel

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Papa was my favorite grandpa, he lived with my grandma, Coco, we were a full happy family together. When he passed away, when I was 15 years old, my parents when to church wishing a final farewell to him and buried him and his coffin into the ground, we were all sad for him that he went to heaven, but someday he will always be watching us.

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My grandpa Miguel passed away 5 years ago, when i was 11. I was really close to him, I lived with him and my grandma since i was a baby. He pampered me like no one did, I was always his number one priority. He always made sure I felt loved by giving me a hug every morning, feeding me every time i was hungry, let me go outside when my mom didn't give permission, and my favorite is when he would take me to burger king every weekend. It was his favorite fast-food place to eat at. He was also allergic to dogs and still told my mom to get me a puppy for my birthday. My grandpa was sick pretty much his whole life, it got worse when he stopped taking care of himself. His liver failed him. When i got the news i didn't know how to react, i was emotionless, for days till his funeral. That day when i seen him i relized what was going on, and that i was never going to see him again. I felt every emotion combined together. I was angry, sad, scared, but a part of me was also happy that he finally was in rest and with no pain. I will forever miss and love him.

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Benjamin Luján

10/14/60 - 02/20/21

Ben was my dad. He was a hard working man who spent his life running the family ranch which was passed down to him by his father. My dad loved being outside and you could always find him up to something. You would never find him inside relaxing, he didn’t know how. His peace was in nature: tending to his cattle, tending to the garden or fields where he would grow hay to feed the cows, fixing something that was broken, the list goes on. He didn’t know how to sit still or stay inside, if all of the works was done he would make more work just to keep on keeping on. He was picky in the silliest ways. He would only eat his food off of a real plate, he could not watch a movie at home without both salty and sweet treats to munch on and his favorite dessert was butterscotch chip cookies. He had the most wonderful imagination and knew how to make all of the kids laugh with his Donald Duck voice he did or the silly drawings he would make. When I was a young child he would work road construction often out of the state and he would always write me letters and draw me a picture to let me know he was thinking of me. He had a tough exterior but he was a big teddy bear behind it all. We, my two older brothers and their families (his 6 grandchildren) love and miss him dearly. Each year since his passing I have set up my ofrenda to honor him as well as my other ancestors who have passed on. I get my Mexican heritage from his side of the family and although I did not celebrate Dia de los Muertos until after he passed I am happy to be more connected to my heritage now and to have a beautiful way to honor my fathers life each year. 🧡

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My grandpa from both of my parents' sides of the family 

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My grandpa from both of my parents' sides of the family 

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My grandpa from my dad's side of the family passed away when I was young, when I was in Florida for a vacation. One day during a vacation with my family, my dad got a call about his father passing away. I didn't know him much, but my dad told me about him and what his life was like. I didn't get to see him because he was in Mexico. My grandpa from my mom's side of the family passed away when I was very young. One night, I heard my mom crying in her room. She was looking at something on the computer, and I got close enough to see why she's crying. On the computer, my grandpa from mom's side of the family was on the coffin, I didn't know that was him until years later. Mom told me that when she's about to have my younger brother, she lets him take care of me, my older brother, and my twin sister while she's at the hospital. She told me he was very happy to see us. I wish I could remember him more often. My sister found a coin collection that belongs to either my grandpa from my dad's side or my grandpa from my mom's side. My sister decides to help finish the collection by collecting different quarters that she finds and puts them in an empty slot. I wish I could see them and talk to them. I still think about them, and I want to know more about them.

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My grandpa passed away about 2 years ago, his name was Santiago. When he passed it felt so unreal to me and sometimes till this day that's what it feels like. In those 2 years that he was here, he let me know what it was like to have a grandpa who cared about his grandchildren. When he was here it was nothing but smiles and happy memories with him. Later on, he would always tell me to play his song "Querida" by Juan Gabriel, this was his favorite artist, and he could listen to him for hours. There's not a day that would go by without him telling us stories about how it was back in his days when he was in Mexico and trying to make a better life for my dad and his siblings. Although I miss him, I know he is happy and at rest with my grandma.

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My great grandfather Ricardo and his son/my great uncle Chato. They both founded Panaderia Chicago in my dad's hometown in San Luis Potosi, Mexico.

My best & favorite memory with them is my high school graduation weekend, they both traveled from San Luis Potosi to Chicago and surprised me outside of my graduation with a tamborazo & with a family & friends party to celebrate finishing high school. They both have left me and my family with great memories, great baking technique, their amazing and delicious recipes of pan dulce such as conchas, bolillos/birote, pan de muerto, mantecadas, etc.

Los extraño mucho, que descansen en paz.

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My grandmother passed last February. She was the most special person to me. My grandfather died when I was 7 so once she was alone, she spent a lot of time with us. She certainly didn't need us as she was such a strong independent person who taught me to value myself above all and to learn everything I needed to know in life so I wouldn't need to rely on people but rather work with them. She went on family vacations with us every summer. She would have me over to play cards and eat appetizers while we watched old movies that we rented from the library. When I got to a certain age, she took me shopping for Christmas so I could pick out whatever I wanted and then we would go to lunch. When I asked her why she didn't want me to be surprised at Christmas, she told me because her present was spending the day with me. She was a lifelong learner, avid reader, and the most wonderful loving grandmother. I miss her often and love her always. 

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My beautiful cousin Priscilla who was like a sister to me would always be there for me and my sister. Ella was always there for the family no matter how busy things got she was always there for us. She played Volleyball in her free time and was a dialysis technician full time. She had a very huge heart and would always be helping others. Priscilla was also a former mustang at Morton East HS. Unfortunately, Priscilla was diagnosed with breast cancer, she fought till the very end. Giving up was never an option for her, she was the strongest person I knew. I'll never forget our childhood memories. Ella I know you are in a better place and thank you for always watching over us.

I miss you so much. May you rest in peace.

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My nana and papa died when I was a young teen. They both were stubborn but loved their grandchildren and would do anything for them. I remember when my nana wore jeans and tennis shoes for the first time because we begged her to do it. My papa had a secret candy stash in the garage that he shared with us. They would make us milkshakes for dinner when we asked them to and take us to the park when our parents said "no". These memories live in my heart and in the stories, we share as a family.

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Mis abuelitos fallecieron ya hace varios años en San Luis Potosi, México. Tengo muchos bonitos recuerdos de ellos y de mi niñez en su casa "Mascorro". Recuerdo muchas Navidades y fiestas familiares. También los domingos (dinero) que recibía de mi abuelito y cuando se rasuraba la barba. Siempre estarán en mis corazón y cada día de los muertos ponemos una ofrenda en casa para celebrar sus vidas. Descansen en paz Mamaita y papaito

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Mi querida prima Illiana fue una gran parte de mi vida ya que nos criamos como hermanas. Teniamos tantas coversaciones y momentos compartidos, que su perdida ha sido la mas dolorosa que he sufrido. Fue mi primer mejor amiga y aun de grandes, fue tan importante para mi que fue mi dama de honor en mi boda. Su partida dejo en nuestros corazones un dolor tremendo, pero siempre la recordamos con mucho cariño sus padres, su esposo, sus dos hermosos hijos, y toda su familia y amistades.

Illiana, eres nuestro angel. Descansa en paz.

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Miss Mary Ogarek, my AP Language and Composition teacher, became my greatest cheerleader, confident, and mentor when I was a 16-year-old kid who really hated the cafeteria and preferred to eat lunch with her teachers every day. Miss Mary Ogarek passed away from a very rare and aggressive cancer, and there is no better way I can show my gratitude or bring balance back to the globe’s axis than teaching the way I have been taught. Without Mary Eileen Ogarek, EDU ‘03, LAS MA ‘09, I could never have become Marta Lesya Leshyk, LAS ‘19, EDU M.Ed ‘20. I have 2 degrees from DePaul because she had 2 degrees from DePaul. I am eternally grateful for her courage, sincerity, and flaming self-respect, and I wish nothing more for her, wherever she may be, to be proud of me.

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Doug Springer, award-winning speech and debate coach at Pekin, New Trier, & Glenbrook High Schools, lived life well. As a teacher, friend, & mentor, Doug was like a second father to generations of students. He was single-handedly the most important person who influenced me to become a teacher.

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Explanation of Dia de los Muertos history & traditions

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Explanation of Dia de los Muertos history & traditions

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Dia De Los Muertos (The Day of The Dead)