You have entered our haunted hall of Halloween Memories.

Here you will find, ghoulish and humorous photos and stories of Happy Halloween's past, shared with our loved one's
lost to suicide.
In some cases we even share our excitement and laughter as we share the narrative of each photo. It is healing to laugh, so we'll share a little Halloween fun here.
Each page will include Halloween music.

If you would like to submit a Halloween Memory and photo, click on the email link at the bottom of the page - send it along with their name, their dates, and where they lived. We will add your submission at our first available moment. You need not be a member of our organization or any of our affiliates to send a submission.
If you have no photo but wish to share a Halloween Memory, we encourage to do so. We will locate a suitable graphic to go with your story.

Halloween

Candy corn, caramel apples, sweet tarts and much more
All those precious treats that you did adore
Funny costumes, ghoulish faces, dressing up each year
Little did I know those memories would be so dear
Walking hand in hand, going place to place
Watching the excitement and smiles upon your face
Your last Halloween, at 15 years of age
Proving no clues to the turmoil inside that raged
How I wish that you had given us a clue
And given me a chance to have a heart-to-heart with you
Every year now, when I open the door to hear
‘Trick or treat’, it brings you, oh so, near
While seeing all the children dressed up for the night
And jack-o-lantern faces glowing ever so bright
Tears stain my face and run down my cheeks
As I remember, while handing out all the treats
Not many see the heartbreak, which I hide inside
Or hear me when alone, and all I can do is cry
My dearest son, your Halloweens are time that I do treasure
I hope those memories can, one day revive the pleasures
Of trick or treating with your sister, and your little brother
While never once forgetting, that I will always be YOUR mother

© EA Gay
October 16, 2005 9:46pm

Here is an old one.
I am Raggedy Ann, my brother Peter is a pirate and Tracy is an orange lady.
She found the dress at a resale shop and just loved it.
Tracy Richards (Weinshrott)
8/24/75 ~ 7/20/04

Ben left - Chris right
Christopher Brown
August 15, 1978 ~ August 1, 2001

This is a picture of Brittany at age 3.
Wasn't she so cute.
Brittany Nicole Kish
11/29/88-4/11/05
~ Memorial Site ~

~ 2004 Submissions ~

Sean M. O'Brien
February 25, 1972 ~ Novevember 20, 1995
California, United States

This is my favorite Halloween picture of Sean. Donna his mother made it. She made the pattern from newspaper. He was eight months old. She sometime had to wake him up as she was making it to be sure it fit. She had him at seventeen and he was her pride an joy. She made all his costumes until he was about 12. He won first prize at a party at the children's Moose club party for it.
Submitted by Jeanne Rhome, Sean's Gradmother
~ Memorial Site ~

William Wayne Cox
November 02, 1987 ~ November 10, 2003
North Carolina, United States

Two of Wayne's favorite characters were Daniel Boone & Davey Crockett. When he was about 10-11years old, he wanted to be either Boone or Crockett. I ran to the fabric store and bought some brown remnant material. At home, I made Wayne lie down on top of it and I traced his body to determine the pattern. Then I quickly sewed and put it all together. He not only wore this costume for that halloween but he played in it until he outgrew it. These pictures were taken at Wayne's Grandparent's house. We always decorated their foyer with elaborate halloween decorations..just for Wayne.
Submitted by Ann Gay, Wayne's Mom
~ Memorial Site ~

On Halloween

Dusk brings a masked parade
Of children to the door.
Dressed up, they come in twos and threes;
Small ghosts, wrapped up in fresh designer sheets,
A pair of GI Joes, a giggling Minnie Mouse,
One witch whose long, green rubber nose
Hangs from her chin.
And clowns whose lipstick
Smiles are smeared and mixed
With chocolate stains.
They ring the chimes, thrust out brown sacks
Half-filled with popcorn balls and sweets.
They come all evening long.
Then, much later, when black nightfall hides
All but the pumpkin's jagged, candled eyes,
A boy appears, alone.
He wears a vampire's opera cloak, and
Smiling, bares his plastic, blood-tipped fangs.
His satin cape, his eager stance,
Perhaps the way he tilts his head,
All call to mind another Halloween,
Another boy, my own. Long dead.
This straggler gazes, pleased, as though his
"Trick or Treat" indeed had frightened me,
Then waits till I extend my hand around the door to fill his fists with M&Ms.
Then, porch lit, wait to watch him elbow up his cape before his face,
Then whirl, and fade into the shadowed street.
Alone,
I hear his feet strike gravel,
His laughter greet a friend,
And, listening, know
His coming shows All Hallows to be true;
A night when spirits do arise to walk
And do steal in
Although we close and bar
The door of vaulted memory.

Don Rude