Daddy's Jack-O-Lantern

After Line and Malia's volleyball practice one day we made a quick stop at the cemetary to take Daddy's pumpkin and treats to his grave. He is the master pumpkin carver, and was always carving the scariest pumpkins, freehand, to impress all us girls who usually chose to carve silly faces on ours instead. So the last year he was alive he was quite pleased with himself when he managed to surprise us all by carving a "Y" for BYU instead of the usual frightful face. We loved it, of course! I decided it was only right to bring one to the cemetary for him this year, as well as his most favoritist treats EVER, Reeces Peanut Butter Cups. We lit the candle, sang our traditonal song that we always sing after we've lit it, and sat down and ate some treats together. It was quick, chilly, and perfect. I really really really miss him, and can't wait for the day when I don't have to feel sad anymore. Today the sorrow and grief feel a bit overwhelming, but I remember that day it didn't. We were all laughing, and totally loving scarfing down our treats. Happy pumpking carving, Babe. Hope you liked yours.