Día de los Muertos is for remembering those I miss and pondering how to keep them alive in the present moment. Every year as November 1 approaches, I do the math to remember how long ago my father passed away on Día de los Muertos. I remember carrying Gina down the aisle behind the casket, her and Teo’s new life blooming while that same year Tot’s had faded. Each skeleton could be anyone of us, and one day we will know what our antepasados experienced after their last out-breath. One day we will see there is no separation between any of us, alive and dead.