The Halloween after Nina died was the most spiritual celebration of the holiday I had ever experienced. Perhaps it was her ghostly spirit haunting me and teaching me about all the ways that the world is still enchanted and filled with magic. I started to read about the ancient traditions behind the holiday, Samhain and proceeded to build an alter for my dead. I cleaned, I framed, I lit candles, we walked in the old graveyard near our house, laid flowers for Sean’s grandparents, made full moon water, baked soul cakes with Batya and Ed and sang old songs.
