October 31, 1963. The Henry family was moving in to their new home in Kokomo. We'd just relocated from Houston, Texas. It was Halloween night and my three siblings and I peered out the front room picture window at all the "trick-or-treaters" parading up and down the Windsor Drive sidewalk. And our costumes were hidden away in any one of a hundred moving boxes. Finding them was not any kind of priority. So we watched and yearned and were left without treats that October night. We didn't even have goodies for the ghosts and goblins that knocked on our door. But what we did have was a home and a roof over our heads and a dad who was employed and a mom who stayed home, even though she was a Registered Nurse who was employed when the family needs were needed. Fifty-six years later Mom and Dad are gone. My siblings live in four different cities, three in Indiana and one in Texas. We are all beyond middle age and no longer dress up for Halloween. Those 1963 costumes would surely not fit, even if they could be found. Our good fortune across the past fifty-three years has been a real blessing. How many more years lie before each of us is absolutely unknown but will also be filled with still more blessings. My prayer for all of you is that Halloween 2019, will be trick free and treat full. I think CVS has a Three Musketeer Bar with my name on it. I just hope it isn't fifty-three years old.
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