A Ghost Whisperer Story

"You'll see me again. When I get to that light, you better be waiting. You better be the first face that I see"

It was that time to say goodbye to all that I have left and all that I have gained. It was my time to finally see the light. It was my time to finally get that overwhelming sense of goodness as I looked into the light.

I was at the crippling age of 83 and it was my time to join my husband, Jim, and my best friend that I lost over half a century ago.

I had helped lots of people since losing both of them. My two kids were all grown up with families of their own. I was leaving my eldest son Aiden with his wife and three kids and my only daughter with a husband and her first born on the way.

I was lying on my bed staring out the window, watching the rain fall onto the ground as though it was getting sprinkled across a cake. The moon was shining and reflecting off of my mirror on my drawing cabinet.

I could feel the end coming now. I had filled a full life. Full of laughter, love and happiness. But also full of fear, dread and upmost despair. I can feel my heart slowing down and my breaths get short.

I was at the time when I first knew I could talk and see ghosts with my grandmother right beside me telling me it was alright to the moment when I first laid eyes on my now husband. I could hear the last moments I had with my best friend, Andrea, before she went into the light. To the time when I met my enduring fiend Delia and her son Ted who came to help me with a many of ghosts. And the pro-founding moment when I found out I had a half brother and my dad was still alive. But during my time I have come to meet the nicest of people who I came to cherish and also the people I have meet that I have come to help although there have been the people who didn't see eye to eye.

I could feel my body getting lighter and lighter and I could just faintly hear the rain pattering down on the window. I looked around my bedroom as a newly formed spirit. Everything looked dim and dull compared to the bright light shining by my bedroom door. I now know why the feeling of fear and regret fades away when you see the light. It's like just a gust of wind only it's not wind but a gust of love, laughter and serenity.

As I looked into the light my husband Jim was standing next to the person who helped me become fearless. My very best friend in the world, Andrea.

"I told you I'd be waiting", spoke Andrea.

And she had remembered to wait for me. To be the first face that I see.

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