Around Halloween time, when our neighbors begin to decorate their front lawns, when our friends begin to seek out the best costumes to wear to their crazy Halloween parties or to go Trick or Treat-ing, I begin to feel melancholy. For the past four years, we have stayed in for Halloween.
Four years ago, I lost my father the day before Halloween. I have come to accept that he's gone, but as every Halloween passes, and as the fact that he's been gone becomes more real, I miss him more and more.
Today is his 4th memorial. As we prepare for his offerings, I know he's smiling upon us as I know he does every moment of everyday.
Dad, I love you always.
