Before my father’s death three years ago, I didn’t ‘celebrate’ Día De Los Muertos. I didn’t know enough about it as my family didn’t build altars or gave much of a second thought to it growing up. There was a period in my life where I was ashamed of my heritage. Sometimes those phrases and stereotypes that permeate the airwaves do get to people like me, who are too American when I visit México and too Mexican as an American.