Ghosty

We all know how much Dad loved Halloween. I miss all the halloween garb he used to put up every year. I don't seem to have the same energy to put out all those decorations for halloween, but I know my kids wish I did. They really miss going to Grandma and Grandpa's and walking through the old "cemetary" that dad created along the trail to the backyard. They want me to buy a candy bowl with a hand sticking out of it just like Grandma's and they wish we had a little ghosty that skated around on a pumpkin. Ghosty has become like the blinking red christmas bells mom always hung on the garland around the stair rails for the holiday's. When mom dies someday (not for a very really long long time) I think we are apt to do more fighting over the red Christmas bells than anything else, but ghosty is gaining a quick 2nd place. It's funny how simple things like that come to mean the most to us. Our family traditions have had the most impact on our family bond. When Gramme died, it was her fridge magnets-those little green and orange flowers-that I wanted because they are what reminded me the most of her. Halloween reminds me so much of dad because he loved it so much. He loved scaring little kids! I think that we should all post our favorite dad on halloween memories, so if you have one- take a second to post it for the rest of us, and if you have pictures, post those too. Check your e-mail for the password to post on this blog. I sent it out to everyone already. Thanks! -Steph