I had been dying to see him one last time.
There had been so many times I spent walking back and forth bouncing between sanity and insanity having secret debates as to whether I could carry on with life or not.
Truly there had been so much I wanted to still say to him, so much I wanted to still show him only to have those chances robbed such that I had been willing to negotiate with fate to speak to his ghost if that was the only option available for me. And yet… when I heard a voice speak behind me in the foyer of that house I began telling myself it couldn't be. I kept telling myself my mind must have been playing tricks upon me but sure enough as I turned around there he stood smiling at me.
