I think that we’ve all suffered loss. It might have been a favorite uncle, your grandparents, the dog; any number of things. It happens to almost all of us and almost all of us say that we feel the same thing.
When loss hits, there’s a hollowness in your chest.
Everything is muted for a while. Colors, touch, music, everything. It all seems less vibrant and that, in itself, can make the feeling worse.
For some people, the best way of dealing with this is by taking time to themselves, maybe to reflect, maybe to distract themselves, maybe to hold themselves together. My experience, however, is that most people need to talk about it with someone else. Having another person listen to you, even if they don’t say anything, might just make you feel better. That’s what my parents have shown me, anyway.
So, I’m going to share this sense of loss with all of you. I think that, if you’ve born through all of the other drivel I’ve written here, then you deserve the respect and confidence owed to a friend. So here I go.
Okay, I said it.
The jack o’lanterns have been purged from the dorms. The dining halls acted like they could not get the decorations down fast enough. The leaves have mostly fallen, and the spooks and the goblins have retreated back into fantasy. Without the orange of pumpkins and the greens and purples of Halloween, so much color has been drained from the world. It is as if the world could not wait to move on, despite my mourning.
I can already hear a frightful sound that fills me with sorrow: sleigh bells and Christmas jingles.
So, I have said my bit. I have confided in you and, hopefully, that will help me along in healing.
So farewell, Halloween. Farewell to your ghosts and ghouls. Farewell to the imagination and the respite from reality that comes from being someone or something else for a while.
We shall miss your sugary gifts, despite the threat of cavities and diabetes, and your chilling music and the special brand of party that your time of year brings. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
On the bright side, I can watch The Nightmare Before Christmas again when Thanksgiving ends.
Song of the Week: “Sally’s Song” isn’t about mourning, but the mood does encapsulate the loneliness and hopelessness that I feel with Halloween’s departure. Also, Amy Lee’s cover of it is gorgeous. Then again, pretty much anything she does is beautiful in some way.