Yesterday was Halloween. It was the first time I’ve talked openly about Ian at work. It was a only a couple things… little memories.
Up until now, those types of things have made me very sad. Yesterday, for the first time, I just enjoyed the memories. Laughed about them.
He loved Halloween so much. It was good to be able to remember the person he was without being completely heartbroken.
I’m still sad, of course. But the memories were more pleasant than painful..
And I was able to enjoy the holiday. Had a dinner party, and one trick or treater.
If he’d been here, he would have been invited to the party. He would have made something, and it would have been tasty. He would have hated half the food there, but it would have been fun and funny and lovely.
I wish he had been here. Wish he still was.
But I had a good Halloween.
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