Día de Los Muertos: Mí ofrenda

It has been a while since my father has visited me, yet I feel him as though he is here. He is, differently. I am thinking about one time in particular when my father visited me. I was sitting on the couch watching TV when the front door just to the left of the TV and some feet behind, opened. There was bright light, penetrating. … Continue reading Día de Los Muertos: Mí ofrenda