Do you light candles in memory of your angel babies or other lost loved ones? .
Lighting candles on the anniversary of a loved one’s passing started as a Jewish ritual, but many people of all different walks of life seem to find this practice comforting, and a special way to remember the light that a loved one left in your life. .
If you light candles for your loved ones, do you only do so on special days (birthdays, anniversaries of passing dates, or maybe on October 15 - Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day? ) or any time that you just need to feel a little closer to the loved ones you’re missing?
17 years ago today, started out as a normal day. It will never be the same as its the day we lost my dad suddenly. Leaving a big hole in our lives. I'm thankful every day that he got to meet Greg and the support he was able to give me and my family during such a dark period. RIP Dad.
Today marks the 18th anniversary of death of the Legend of Latin Music and The King of Timbal Tito Puente
Ernesto Antonio "Tito" Puente (April 20, 1923 – May 31, 2000) was an American musician, songwriter and record producer. The son of native Puerto Ricans Ernesto and Ercilia Puente, living in New York City's Spanish Harlem community, Puente is often credited as "El Rey de los Timbales" and "The King of Latin Music". He is best known for dance-oriented mambo and Latin jazz compositions that endured over a 50-year career.
Tito Puente was born on April 20, 1923, at Harlem Hospital Center in Manhattan.
By the age of 10, he switched to percussion, drawing influence from jazz drummer Gene Krupa.
He later created a song-and-dance duo with his sister Anna in the 1930s and intended to become a dancer, but an ankle tendon injury prevented him pursuing dance as a career.
During the 1950s, Puente was at the height of his popularity, and helped to bring Afro-Cuban and Caribbean sounds like mambo, son, and cha-cha-chá, to mainstream audiences. Puente was so successful playing popular Afro-Cuban rhythms that many people mistakenly identify him as Cuban.
Puente won 5 Grammy Awards for the album 'Tribute to Benny Moré', On Broadway, Mambo Diablo, and Goza Mi Timbal.
In 1990, Puente was awarded the James Smithson Bicentennial Medal.
He was also awarded a Grammy at the first Latin Grammy Awards, winning Best Traditional Tropical Album for 'Mambo Birdland'. After a show in Puerto Rico on May 31, 2000, he suffered a massive heart attack and was flown to New York City for surgery to repair a heart valve, but complications developed and he died on May 31, 2000. He was posthumously awarded the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 2003.
Puente's youngest son Tito Puente Jr., has continued his father's legacy by presenting many of the same songs in his performances and recordings, while daughter Audrey Puente is a television meteorologist in New York City. Puente's granddaughter, Janeen Puente, is a singer and bandleader.
Today is one year anniversary of my grandfather’s death. I missed him terribly. This year was most hardest year I ever gone through. But I even surprised myself with good grades, no more C’s. And his death made me realize that I wanted to major in biomedical photography. So I spent my year preparing for my transfer to bachelors of science degree program. So in spring semester, I finally got my paperwork of my transfer finished. End of semester- 1.5 weeks ago I was informed that I got in biomedical photography bachelors of science degree program for fall 2018!! #alzheimerssucks#dementiasucks#anniversaryofdeath
I can not beleive it have been three years since you got your angel wings! I hope you know no matter how long we have been part you will always and forever be the foundation of our home 💜 Brad made a warm summer salad with brussel sprouts in your honor tonight, it was delicious and reminded me of all the meals we shared. I would love to say after three years things have gotten easier, but the truth is every day you are not with us is hard. However, we take it one day at a time and continue moving forward!
Please know no matter how hard it gets or what struggles we face I will do everything in my power to make sure your baby boy is okay!
I love you and miss you everyday💜
Until we meet again 💜
Eight years. That’s how long it’s been since I lost my mom. I had a fairly steep learning curve in figuring out how to keep breathing when she died. The shocking thing about grief is how it can continue to gnaw away at your insides while you smile on the outside and carry on with your daily life. Grief is a shapeshifting force that some days storms around like a roaring lion, breaking loose a torrent of tears at the first chord of a familiar old song. Or other days it’s the whisper of a silently screaming heart. Eight years. Eight years of stifling the impulse to call her and tell her some funny thing one of the kids said...of trying to remember how her voice sounded or how her hand felt in mine. Eight years of making peace with what kind of daughter I was, and if I truly ever let her know and feel how deeply I loved her. Eight years of no longer being a daughter to anyone on earth. (Dad died when I was 15.) Eight years of trying to keep her legacy of wit and wisdom, of quiet service and of thirst for adventure alive. Eight years without my touchstone and North Star. Thank you, Mom, for life, for loving me, for giving me my brothers and for your endless example of goodness and bravery. I will love you forever. #motherdaughter#missmymom#daughters#death#grief#griefjourney#daughterlove#anniversaryofdeath#orphan
5/16/10: the day of my mom’s death ☠️🌺 These pictures are from when we spread her ashes into the ocean at our family camping spot. It feels so surreal to think back on these moments...on the whole thing really. I regret how uninformed I was. Whether it was because my mom didn’t want me to know or because my own self-involved teenage mind couldn’t fully grasp the gravity of the situation, I don’t know. But I can’t rewind time. I can only move forward. Hug your mother whenever you can, fam ✨
Here’s to a real one ☝️My mom, Hope.