Today J woke up sick,
and I was happy. A sick kid meant I didn't have to deal with Halloween. But by the
afternoon, he was better and thinking about his costume. He finally decided to be a Zombie Soccer
Goalie with an Easter bag from Kroger to use to carry his loot. I did a pretty good job on his make up if I
do say so myself!
But then we started
trick or treating. It was a cold, windy,
and overcast night and there weren't many kids out. K is staying with Grandma for the weekend, so
J just had me. It hit me, watching him
walk up and down driveways that Luke should be walking with him, they should be
giggling and making monster noises as they beg strangers for candy.
It wasn't long after
that J asked if I wanted his Reese Cups.
I said, “No thank you.” He asked a
few more times and finally asked why. I
explained that was Luke’s favorite candy, and I couldn't eat them because of
that. I asked if he wanted me to take
them to work for the techs. He thought
for a few minutes and asked if we could take them to Luke’s grave, tomorrow because
it would be too creepy to go on Halloween night. “Of course.” I told him, we will go tomorrow
afternoon. As I was going through his
candy after we came home, I decided Reese Cups were on clearance…… he had about
20 full size Reece Cup singles.
I hate seeing J do
things alone he should be doing with his little brother. This new normal really sucks.
