This is my grandpa, Albert Johnson. He passed away before I was born so I never met him. He was born on Halloween. No, that's not his real hair.
I never met him and yet I feel his spirit all the time. My mom tells me he would have adored my brother and I. I often wonder if his birth on Halloween is part of the reason I love this holiday so much. It has been my favorite for years as I believe you would all understand by what I have written here.
Love you Grandpa, Happy Halloween.
Oh! fruit loved of boyhood — the old days recalling,
When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling;
When wild, ugly faces we carved on its skin, Glaring out through the dark, with a candle within...
~ John Greenleaf Whittier, "The Pumpkin"
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