head up my
I have no plans for the
holiday this year. No parties.
Well, none that Im going to.
Im dressing up for Halloween,
though, in something that
almost doesnt look like a costume.
I want to be a Scotsman for
Halloween. Not because Im
Scottish, Im not. Not because Im
male, Im bot, In my costume,
people may not even think Im
dressed up for Halloween. But
I never did anything with you for
Halloween. Well, when it was
Halloween a year or two ago
I put on a wig and dressed up
when I picked you up from the
Its funny how easy it is to
remember little stories like that.
You were dressed as a cartoon
character for Halloween last year.
I never got to see you in
I always thought I
could see it another time.
I didnt think youd be gone
before the next Halloween rolled
I thought youd always
be around, you always were,
When I needed to talk
to you, I called. Or else you called
It was almost like
I had a little brother there, who
was always willing to listen to
me, who was always wanting to
put up with me.
My question to you is this:
were you always willing to
put up with me? Did you think
things would end this way?
Just so you know, wherever you
are, that someone i am thinking about
you. Because I know the holidays
arent the same without you here
I never thought about dressing up
for Halloween, or about Scotland,
or even other countries, but you,
well, you were Scottish, through
and through, and you wanted
a kilt, and you wanted the world
to know you were Scottish.
I always thought youd be
I thought, even when
you aggravated me, that you would
always be there for me.
Now I just have to be there for myself.
I wonder how lonely people get,
if they lose someone they were close to,
do they feel like a piece of them is
missing too? Well, I do, in part
And I figure someone has to be a
Scotsman for Halloween, even if
this year it has to be me