Well Meg, another Halloween has come and gone and you weren't here to help me hand out candy. I know we always talked about handing out the Mardi Gras beads that we caught at all the parades in Monroe, but I just can't bring myself to give them away. You and I caught those together. They come with alot of memories. So every year I give out 4 or 5 strands. You promised me you would be here to help me through this life, but you're not. They tell me that the second year is the hardest. I do find that it gets harder every day. I just don't know what to do. I'm lost without you. I miss you so much. Stay close to me. I love you. Mom