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It's all very strange wearing so much black! I usually never wear this much at all. Or any black for that matter. I've never thought of it as one of my colors.

I told Benedette this, but I don't know if I told anyone else. This is the first year I have anyone to pray for on the Night of the Dead who I knew well. It's... not very easy, I guess. Everyone's been so nice helping me to really understand it better than I ever did. This holiday used to really confuse me because I didn't know how nice it can be to mourn so openly. I used to just do what everyone told me and hoped it would all be over soon.

Now I think I strangely looking forward to it. I can mourn, and then move forward. Not to forget everything, but just not to dwell on it a lot...

I hope I'm not alone in really thinking about this?