My brother came to visit me this Día de Muertos

Back in Mexico, my mom made an altar for my brother

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…

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Gisela Pérez de Acha

Gisela Pérez de Acha

Journalist. Ex lawyer. Into OSINT and digital security.

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