Being a ghost wasn't easy, she knew well, she had been one for the last thirty years. She didn't even remember her own name, it had fade away, but she knew where she was dwelling. For thirty years she had seen her husband, Neil, grief and grow old, until most of his hair was white. She also saw her children, Violet and Hugh, become teenagers and adults after it, and then she saw them become parents. And she looked exactly the same as she did the day she died. Neil had pictures of her all over the house. She wished he had married again after she died, she told him, it was her dying wish, but he couldn't find the strength to replace her.
Some people think that when you are dead you can no longer feel pain. Yet, she knew better. She had been in pain for those last thirty years, regretting having decided to stay. She had seen all the beautiful moments of her loved ones, but she hadn't shared them. She was just an observer, public, it all felt as if she were watching through a TV screen. And the worst thing, and she knew it, she would also see them die, and she wouldn't be on the other side to greet them, because being a ghost was forever.
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