Día de los Muertos

One of my favorite holidays is Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead). I am terrified of death, so I love that there is a time of year where death is actually celebrated as a part of life, a celebration that, in a sense, normalizes death. Only those who have watched a loved one die from a progresive disease knows how difficult it is to watch someone they love literally disintegrate in front of their eyes. Also, anyone who has lost a loved one to a sudden death knows just how unpredictable this life we have truly is. 

I think maybe we often get so wrapped up in this life that it is difficult to remember that the end of this life is only a small ending; the ending of a chapter rather than the ending of a book. At the same time, we also forget the great importance of this chapter, for it is a chapter that sets the tone for how the book will turn out.