One year later and I don't feel better
My head is just reeling. I am not even sure what I want to say tonight. Obviously, I am so sad about Halloween tomorrow. Every time Gavin's eyes light up over the prospect of putting on his Ironman costume tomorrow (Iron Patriot, to be exact) I am reminded of Ty in his Iron Man suit. My plastic pumpkin is sitting by the door filled with all sorts of gross, spooky Halloween candy that Ty would have loved (like gummy organs and chocolate ears and bags of "blood") but it doesn't bring me any joy because Ty wasn't here to look at the catalog and pick them out for me. I promised him I will always have great candy on Halloween, and I hope he knows that I am keeping that promise. He enjoyed opening to door for trick-or-treaters and giving out candy more than he enjoyed trick-or-treating himself. Tomorrow I will reluctantly carry on the tradition for Ty - and of course, for Gavin. There has been so much about this one-year anniversary that has been ma...