Billie Sue Mosiman

I love the holiday. It's dark, chilly October flying fast into November and the nights are full of ghosts. Sometimes we become ghosts. Don’t we? Real horror is to face a life-threatening disease, facing it squarely, shoulders thrown back, and a mantra in the mind saying, "Go ahead, do your worst. I did my best. I'm not afraid of you." I saw several of my friends and contemporaries in the past year succumb to the Reaper and yet some of them overcame and rallied. I cheered for that, sending my love and healing thoughts to them. I rallied, too. The…