Accordions Can Cry: Music for Healing Among Latinos
Posted on September 10, 2009 - by Angelica Fajardo
“Kiss the casket,” my mom instructed, “that way you won’t have ‘susto’.”[1] I was sixteen years old looking at my Grandpa’s body as he lay in his casket. I stared at his chest, and I swear, I could see it rise and fall. “He’s alive,” I thought, “Can’t they all see he’s alive?” I didn’t know why I needed to kiss the casket, but I followed suit and did as the others did. There were hundreds of people present, and yet the church was silent. The silence was broken by the sound of nearing footsteps. I watched a man walk down […]
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