What if a ghost story wasn't just about the spirits, but a meeting with someone who you know who has passed, the minute you lay your head to rest?
I became involved with a story of a boy who lost his life too early, yet lived his life to the fullest. The more I thought about him, the more it became real when I was by myself at night. I asked him to show me the last moments of his life, and he answered my call. I relived the shallow breathing, the sounds, the smell, the feeling. And therein we had a connection, one I could never put out of my mind.
Now, as I lay down to sleep I am brought back to the exact place he took his last breath, to the very time and place he lived his last few weeks of his life. And although we never say a word, I know exactly what he is thinking. I am conscious through all of this, and as I drift away to sleep, so do these moments we spend together.
He is happy, and although he may not have moved on... He has no regrets. He spends every day reliving the happiness he felt, and I have to wonder... Is this his heaven? Is this the place he chooses to spend his afterlife, because it is where he felt the most alive? I would like to think so. And although we no longer breathe the same air, did we miss a connection in life?
All I know is that this boy visits me every night, and I am grateful. Because when I am with him, I have no fear. The 9-5 grind is swept away along with all of the hardships of the human existence. His smile, his touch reminds me that I am also happy to be alive. And I wake up smiling, ready to face the day because I know that as I lay my head to rest, I spend my final conscious moments with him. And that my friends, is something I haven't been able to find in another individual, in a very long time.