all hallow's My father died, a number of years ago now, on the 28th of October.

One of my memories from that time, gauzy and fleeting, is riding in the car from the funeral, and seeing a small pack of kids, accompanied by an adult, heading out to go treating. A little bit of youth and hidden identity amidst the long loss. Posted by esinclai at October 31, 2002 05:09 PM |