The Day of the Dead — Día de los Muertos
Sat, Nov 1, 2025 – Sun, Nov 2, 2025
The Day of the Dead — Día de los Muertos — is not a time of mourning, but of remembrance that glows like candlelight in the dark. It is a moment when the air itself seems to shimmer between worlds, when the scent of marigolds drifts through the night like a whisper from those who came before us.
On this day, families gather not to weep, but to welcome. They lay out photographs, favorite foods, and small treasures upon altars, as if setting a table for love itself. Pan de muerto, sugar skulls, and flickering candles become offerings that say, You are gone, but you are never forgotten.
Children laugh among the graves, chasing the same wind that rustles through paper banners cut with delicate skeletons. Their joy is not disrespect — it is remembrance made radiant. It says that death, though solemn, is not an ending but a continuation — another step in the eternal circle that binds us.
The living speak the names of the dead aloud, because in doing so, they keep them alive. Every story told, every melody played, every tear shed with a smile — these are bridges across time.
And when the night deepens and the candles burn low, there is a feeling — soft, undeniable — that someone stands beside you. A hand on your shoulder. A familiar laugh in the wind. For just a moment, the veil is thin, and love crosses over.
That is the gift of Día de los Muertos: the reminder that love does not die. It only changes form, waiting patiently for us to remember.
