11/02/2026
I made this cake about five years ago while watching Pedro Páramo, the story based on Juan Rulfo’s novel, which has been one of my favorite books since I was very young.
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been fascinated by ghosts and death, perhaps because I cannot quite accept that our existence is meant to be limited to this one life.
To me, death is the beginning of a new journey. I don’t spend much time thinking about it because I choose to enjoy this life, one day at a time.
November 2nd is about so much more than setting up an altar, eating pan de mu**to, or decorating with cempasúchil. Today is about dedicating my memories and my conversations to those who have gone ahead of me on this journey.
“Down there, you will hear me better. I will be closer to you. The voice of my memories will feel nearer to you than the voice of my death, if death has ever had a voice at all.”
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