This may look like a simple stack of cards, but it’s certainly not.
Inside these envelopes are stories. They’re filled with memories and words of love and longing from the hearts of women at our Coco Vida Girls Night Out last Thursday night. I spread them out like this on Friday morning in pure awe, and I haven’t touched them since. I’m still discerning what to do with them.
When we first decided to celebrate Dia de los Muertos, I didn’t fully realize the extent to which it needed to be a night of remembrance.
But as the planning developed, it became clear that it needed to be a night we ventured beyond the comfortable condolences of “I’m sorry for your loss” to sharing warm, specific memories of the ones we’ve loved and lost. It needed to be a night we could bear witness to the lives of those who’ve stayed with us …