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Growing up as a small child in a small town in the Mexican state of Morelos, Angel Lee Woolsey remembers the flurry of activity that would mark the annual celebration of Dia de Los Muertos, or the Day of the Dead.
When I was twelve years old, my biological mother passed away due to hypertension. When she died, my heart felt that it had shattered into a million pieces. It seemed impossible to put it back together.