It just occured to me that this will be the first year I won't be...I can't really even say home. I'm not sure where that is anymore. But the first time I won't be in Texas for Día de los Muertos.
Not really sure how I feel about that. I mean, I guess I could call David, he'd probably make sure my grandparents' graves were cleaned up and put out an ofrenda, it's just...not really the point.
Deep down I know it's just a silly old ritual, I just...
She did it every year, faithfully. I took it up after she died.
...fuck.