I am hoping tomorrow will be my last year of trick or treating with my son. I am only doing it because I feel obligated. I know he doesn't want me to chaperone him anymore and I won't miss it at all. This holiday means nothing to me and even though I've spend more than half of my life here, I never learned to like it. It is meaningless, commercialized and silly, as everything American.
On the other hand, All Saints day, which is celebrated on the 1st of November, is something I have very fond memories of. I remember going with my mom and siblings to my family's grave to lay flowers and light a candle. The atmosphere at the cemetery after dark is indescribable. I remember being a small boy, holding my mom's hand, stumbling on the cobblestone path leading up to the grave, meeting people of my small town, saying hello to neighbours, breathing the cold Autumn air pierced with scent of chrysanthemums. The night is quiet and full of reminiscence and you wish it would not end. I know it's nostalgic but it will never be erased from my memory. I think this is my second favourite holiday after Christmas.