The Ofrenda

Earlier this year, February to be precise, I returned to the UK for a couple of weeks because the old chap wasn’t in the best of health. Far from it. Paola always liked my dad, although she’d only known him a couple of weeks when she stayed with us in the UK. He was the first of my relatives she met, and liked the way he called her ‘young lady’.  She insisted we have an ofrenda this year. Well, she does most years. But this year she wanted a photo of my dad, and grandfather, to go on the table. They will apparently make their way to the table and sample the food and drink. No, I’m not convinced….but it makes for a cheery corner and a nice photo!