Hey guys, I was thinking about this today and thought I would share it with you guys as well. It was the response to my Wife's question of why Halloween is so damn important to me... It took me a while to break it down, but I think I have it.
First off, my childhood was all kinds of screwed up. I did have a lot of good moments, but a lot of crazy crap happened to me. I won't go into it all, but to say that I was mentally scarred would be an understatement.
So Halloween was a time that I could shed my skin and put on another...figuratively of course. I could disappear into a character and forget my troubles, be something else...anything except for what I was day to day.
I was really into it, I would make my costumes.... and since we were really poor..it was my only real option if I wanted a full costume. My parents let me watch scary movies, they never censored me. And they didn't object to my dressing up as scary characters. In fact, my Mother once gave me her practice head from her cosmetology school that she messed up...so I could bloody it up and use it with my Jason costume. I was only 10 at the time. So I had support from my family, especially my Mom.
And in 1991 I had a wake up call in the form of my Mother's death. I hadn't seen her for a year and then she was all of a sudden GONE. She died on October 26th, and my costume that year.... ironically enough... was the Grim Reaper. I bought it before she died. To say that I was devastated was an understatement. She was buried shortly after, right around Halloween. I played my last football game on the 30th and unleashed what rage I could on the other team... as my name and story were being broadcast on the loudspeakers. I cried during halftime, the emotions ran pretty high that night.
When Halloween came, I disappeared into the Reaper... haunting houses without a word said. It was therapy to me, I was continuing on with the holiday that my Mother loved so much... and it is in her honor that I continue to love Halloween as much as I do. That is why it is so much a part of my life. My Sister feels the same way, and her story is a bit more tragic because her Birthday is October 15th.
I guess that is also why I loved both the Halloween series and the Friday the 13th series. One deals with the loss of a Mother by a shunned boy and the other is about a boy who loses himself behind a costume on Halloween...
Anyway, that is why the holiday is so much a part of me... it's why I bleed orange and black.