Today marks the end of Dia de los Muertos, a Mexican tradition that pays respects to those who have passed on. I reminisced over many memories with friends and loved ones who have passed on. This year was the first time I observed the holiday, and the celebration is something I look forward to for the years to come, if it is the Lord’s will. Since my father passed away, I’ve had struggles answering life’s questions as a 22 year old. It may seem simple since many people have zero connection to their father, but once it is stripped away, that void is extremely apparent. Looking at death in a bright light made me reflect on myself, not just in a pros/cons sense, I feel wiser about my ways.

Taking the time to reflect has pointed out reasons to my characteristics, revelations that I can only thank God for allowing be to realize. My addictive personality, my warm empathy, and my blissful ignorance, all to which may be to my prosperity, or detriment. Success and failure have shifted departments in my brain, from the hands of others, back to its rightful owner (this guy). Six months out of college, there was no better time to reach mental emancipation. Thank you God, Mom, & Dad, for undeserved encouragement. Thank you Granny and Papa Floyd for raising a child that was not biologically yours. Your investments into my soul will be returned if it is the Lord’s will. 

Much Love, Mace Floyd