Mixed Emotions

I used to love Halloween. I'd do a Halloween themed week at school with a light up display and drama to which other classes joined in, make Halloween art and biscuits or sweets a la Mexican Day of the Dead. Come the evening I'd decorate the front of my  house and dress up as a witch with a full face mask and frighten the children who came knocking at my door!
Now it's become a day of remembrance being the night my mum died.
As I walked Oscar in the evening I saw decorations and children in fancy dress, squealing with excitement. I have  a dislocating feeling befitting for the evening when the veil between the living and the dead is thin. The world is never the same when you lose your parents.