Día de los Muertos

 It’s November 1st, which means it’s Día de los Muertos — a day that feels like equal parts celebration, memory lane, and trying not to cry. I set up my ofrenda last week with photos of family and friends who’ve left the party early but are still very much a part of my story. Candles lit, little offerings placed, a quiet thank-you whispered into the universe. I’m planning a small lunch before work because food is love. And who knows — it might even be my last day at SeaWorld, so we’re just layering emotions like a very dramatic cake. But today is about honoring the people who made me who I am, keeping their light close, and celebrating that love doesn’t go anywhere — it just changes form. 🌼🕯️✨

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