My brother came to visit me this Día de Muertos
Nov 3 · 5 min read

It’s midnight, Day of the Dead in California.
In Mexican culture we believe the afterlife portals are open, and the deceased come to visit us.
I light all my candles. Burn some copal, sacred incense, and I call upon my muertos.
My brother lies at the center of the small altar I fashioned. He died four months and eight days ago…

