It’s been two years since he fell asleep at the wheel, slammed into a tree, and was killed instantly. A memorial plaque and flowers soon appeared. There were rumors of intoxication, but that doesn’t lessen a mother’s pain or love. And she continues to come weekly to place fresh flowers at the site where he died.
Though I didn’t know Víctor Damián Díaz González, I too continue to remember him every time I walk down the street.
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Thanks for giving a life to that little memorial. Every time I walked by I wondered about it, and now I know.
It’s so touching the way she maintains the little shrine. Marga has actually spoken to her.
This touched my heart, I love the ways how oaxacans never forget the dead
I do too. I can only imagine what her Day of the Dead altar must look like — his photo and favorite things carefully placed among the candles, flowers, and foodstuffs.