Hard Halloween

We really did have a great day. Church this am and then Trunk-or-Treat tonight. Then Charity and Daddy decided to go around the neighborhood while I passed out treats back at home. It was a busy day, but we did it. Charity was a purple crayon and I was a sheet of white paper. We even squeezed Skyping Nana and Grampa in there so they could (sorta') see our costumes (bad web cam). Hopefully I can get some pictures up??? I've been blogging, but not that good, with the pics and all. So maybe. Someday.

After Charity and I spend what seemed like forever washing our hair of the dyes, we were changing into our jammies, ready to head downstairs and enjoy her bounty, when it hit her. Weird. You just never know. I can kind of just tell when it's going to happen. She walked in my room in Gramma's nightgown that she has inherited. She said, "I miss Gramma. I took my picture frame off my shelf. (A picture of her and grandma.) I kissed her. I know it's not really her. But, . . . " And that's all she said.

Oh, it broke my heart. I burst and she just let me hug her and squeeze her tight and cry on her shoulder. She's become such a strong little girl over the last month. I told her, like I always do, it's okay to cry. "I know, Mom. I just can't." I know. I understand. After a few minutes, I said we need to go downstairs and get some candy, trying to gather myself and cheer her up. She replied, "No." and just kept hugging me.

I was missing Gramma all day. The squeal of joy she would have let out upon seeing Charity in her costume. Picking through all the candy and giving Gramma the Dots, they're her favorite. The praise for our creativity. Reminding Charity to brush her teeth after every piece of candy. Just being able to spend another holiday with those you love.

Even on Halloween, though not my favorite holiday, we miss Gramma. But I guess that makes perfect sense, because we miss her every day.

So, . . . Happy Halloween, Gramma!