I’m remembering my Grandma Carol this afternoon, as I take the giant bag of candy from where I’d hid it a few weeks ago. Grandma had a thing for Twizzlers. So, she would purposefully not buy Halloween candy assortments that included Twizzlers because she felt she had no willpower and would gobble it all up before the trick or treat kids rang her doorbell. It was a family joke, and we’d tease her every October, bringing her a package of her own, though we knew it wasn’t good for her teeth. But who cares about that now? And why did we even think it mattered? I wish that for Halloween 2019 I’d bought her a million packages of all her favorite things.