My mother haunts me on the holidays– particularly Halloween. She makes me buy candy corn, and pumpkin stickers and that autumn runner that makes no sense on my circular table.
She mocks my organic, wholesome lifestyle, saying that before long “my children will be gone.”
I send my husband out for marshmallows and rice krispies to make a treat my boys have never known; and I thank my mother for all the ways she loved me before she was gone.
The Empty Nest Diary 