Ever since I was twelve, I dreaded Halloween every year. When I was a kid, my brother and I would go over to our great grandmother's apartment to show her our costumes. Her first husband, of whom I am named, passed away when he was 29 on October 31st, so we would go over to cheer her up. When I was twelve, she passed away, and Halloween just became lost for me. Today was the first Halloween in a long time, where I haven't thought about it, and I passed out candy with Chloe and hung out with a few members of my band, without any sadness or care. I had fun and I hope next year I can share it the same way.