Halloween was the one day of the year that Mike would leave work early to get home to Trick or Treat with the kids. He would pile all the kids and neighbors in our big station wagon with the wood panels on the sides and drive kids around to get more candy, never coming home until 9 pm.

Right now, as I sit home thinking of those days–such fun, such memories–I realize how cheated my grandchildren are. Because they don’t have Mike to drive them around to get the good houses who gave out a lot of candy.

I miss not having him here when they would dump their candy buckets and see who got the most candy.

If Mike was still here we would have reminisced about those days but no one has these memories but me.