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Always have been. As a child,
I could relate to Casper, the friendly ghost who had no friends.
Only I had one friend while growing up.
Sure, there were other kids around, but any resemblance of a friendship with them did not seem real.
While these days there are a few
people I would consider friends, when I am not with them it does not feel real.
Kidney failure, your bloated, water-logged corpse, a vision in the back of my mind. I still think about you every day even though your face is obscured by the dirt and the dirty snow. You are the first ghost I have truly loved.
Charred matriarchal ashes of my grandmother, buried with charred patriarchal ashes of my grandfather, my older roots have been buried beneath the the foot of a sweet Sugar Maple. The house where your ashes sit has been sold. I still wish to see you even though you are simply buried piles of dust.
I would build you a house and ask your ghosts to come stay with me. If I could, I would live in a haunted home, in love with you all, ashes and bones. You have never really left my mind and I doubt you ever will. In fact I am sure that in time many more ghosts will dwell here in my head. Keeping me company there will always be this head full of the dead.
I miss the happy times and the sad. The times I was shown love and the time I was hit in the head.
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