My family name, comas diaz, means death and or dying in Spanish.As far as I can remember, I have experienced a special relationship with death.You see, death communicates in a strange way with me.That is, it lets me know when a loved one dies.For example, death speaks to me through premonitions, dreams, and physical reactions.My first memorable encounter with the death of a loved one was during a lucid dream.Dressed as a surgeon, I tried to save the life of a young man in an operating room.“I hope no one died in Puerto Rico,” I told my husband Fred when I woke up.“This dream was strange, ” I said.“Dream?That was no dream, you had a terrible nightmare all night long,” Fred replied.The absence of messages from family that day relieved my anxiety.When night approached, my cousin Alberto called.“Our young cousin Chalito was in surgery last night after a car accident, “ he announced.“Unfortunately, the doctors could not save him,” Alberto concluded.
It's the morning of October 31st, and I've had several people text me this morning wishing me a happy (or merry) Samhain. And I really appreciate the thought. I love hearing from friends and fans. But while I am really looking forward to doing ritual tonight, and later running off in costume to Frenchmen Street, I have one thought for my well wishers: Samhain is actually tomorrow.
What Kenny Klein? What are you talking about? You're nuts. I'm sorry I texted you and wished you happy Samhain, you jerk...
I'm currently sitting at a restaurant on Esplanade Ave, in the French Quarter. A really bad piano player is massacring "Wade in the Water", but it doesn't matter. This is the first electric, air conditioning and hot food that I've had in four days. The city is alive and well. New Orleans has gotten through another hurricane just fine.
Those to the South of us were not so lucky. So please, keep them in your thoughts this week as they begin to deal with the flooding and the destruction that they experienced.
Having gotten through my first hurricane, I've been reminded yet again why I love this city so much. Here is a piece that I submitted to an anthology that didn't end up happening (due to a lack of submissions). Hopefully it will explain a little bit more why hurricanes are a sacrifice those of us who live here are willing to make in order to stay in our beloved city.