There is something about Halloween that doesn’t seem quite right to me. I can’t quite put my finger on what it is, exactly, but I know I keep thinking about Devin. Graves and ghosts and horror all take on a different meaning when you have lived through a horror story, when a grave marks the body of your child. I pass houses that have fake graveyards in front of their house and I frown. Not that I think it is wrong that they do that, but I see it from a different perspective now.<\/p>\n
Two years ago a local mother and child were killed while trick or treating on a street not too far from here. For two years there have been flowers and candles on a tree beside the road. I\u00a0 used to pass it almost every dayand always my eyes would look to see what was new on the tree, and to think about that family. My heart clenches every time. I wonder about how the husband is. I wonder what the family is doing this halloween.<\/p>\n
Many years ago, when I was a teenager living with my parents, my mom came in my room on halloween night, crying, to tell me that one of her close friends sons had died. On a hayride on a farm, of all things – he had fallen off. Every Halloween I used to think about him briefly, but since Devin died I think about him a lot, and about his family.<\/p>\n
This year was a little different, this year we had Kate. We dressed her in costume for some outings. I even carved a pumpkin while she watched. I am sure as the years go by our Halloweens will include more kids activities, more fun and silly scary things. I wonder, though, if I will ever see a gravestone and not think about the real ghosts that hang around in the back of my thoughts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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