My ofrenda usually includes orange marigolds, but this year the day snuck up on me and instead I crept out at night into my back garden and picked the first flower I saw...a small, perfectly formed rose. I could not have picked a more perfect flower for him.

I leave him his teddies, and a pillow and his blankets so that his spirit can rest after his long journey.
I leave a light on in the window all night to guide his spirit home. I feel him the closest on this night, more than his birthdays, more than any other day. I know he is with us.

Do you have any traditions that you stumbled across that have become important to you over the years?

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