For as long as I can remember, I’ve been able to see ghosts. For a 17 year old girl, I guess that’s not a huge amount of time, but for me it is. I haven’t seen anything terribly horrifying or anything, mostly harmless spirits that haven’t been able to move on for one reason or another. People of all ages, sizes, races, and genders – most of them waiting for someone to help them move from this world and on to the next because they aren’t sure how. In most cases, they are holding onto something that is keeping them here, in the Living World, and they don’t even realize it.
I haven’t told my family about my gift yet. I’m not even sure I would call it a gift. Either way, I’m not sure my older brother, younger twin sisters, or dad would understand. They haven’t said anything about being able to see ghosts either, so I don’t think they would even believe me if I told them. If mom was still around, I think she would have accepted and loved it. She died when I was really young, but we were close when she was still alive. Back then, I didn’t know how to explain to her what I was seeing. I know that if I had told her, she would have thought it was amazing. Maybe she would have asked me to introduce her to some of the friends I’ve made because of my gift.
I don’t think about it much anymore, though. I realized a couple years ago that wishful thoughts aren’t going to bring her back. And that’s all it is: wishful thinking. I’ll always miss her, but wanting to tell her won’t make the secrets easier to deal with or take away the guilt of not telling her in the first place.
I love and hate being able to connect with the dead. This ability has allowed me to communicate with people still wandering this earth, and give them company while they wait to move on. I have done everything I can to make sure they are comfortable and content. The only problem is how cut off from the rest of the world it makes me feel. I tend to relate and socialize more with those of the deceased than anyone still alive.
Eventually, they disappear. It’s why I try not to get too attached, but most of the time I can’t help myself. Some take years, while others take weeks, but each ghost has their own time to leave this Earth. I hope they finally are able to move on and find peace, but I haven’t the faintest idea. I’ve never seen them vanish. Which is why when I first saw him
I didn’t realize what I was getting into, but I’ll never regret it.