Today is el dia de los muertos. The day to remember those members of our families who have passed on to another realm.
In New York, my mother did not set up an altar for fear of creating a fire with the many candles she lit for her ancestors. Instead she would place the lit candles in the bathtub of our small bathrooms. She prayed in other rooms of the house but had her candles lit for her grandparents, aunts, cousins, and two brothers whom she loved and missed.
I've followed somewhat in Mom's footsteps by having small alters on the sewing machine or the tops of bookcases. In that way, the candles and Virgin Mary statues can be where I am.