We had over a hundred children come to our door last night (Hallowe'en). Hubby usually hands out the treats, since I'm not a big Hallowe'en fan. In one of the longer lulls in the evening, the doorbell suddenly rang a long series of constant rings - without a moment's hesitation, and with great excitement, I jumped out of my chair and ran to the door - it was Gary's ring! It wasn't until I got to the door that I remembered that it couldn't possibly be Gary...but as illogical as it was (six months since he died) I found myself wishing with all my heart that it would be him standing there when I opened that door.

The poor kid at the door didn't know what to do when I burst into tears...
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When you don't like a thing, change it.
If you can't change it, change the way you think about it.

(Maya Angelou)