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Lingering Ghosts
Written by Benjamin Fouché

Death has forever been the greatest of mankind’s afflictions.  It is an irrefutable fact that when a loved one passes away, those grieving are tormented by their deceased relative’s or friend’s seemingly eternal absence: for the opportunity to converse is no longer obtainable—the chance to look into his or her eyes once more has forever ceased—all occasions to hear the dead one’s voice have vanished—and those suffering the loss are only—and bitterly—rendered the loving memories of times long past.  No matter how strengthening his or her faith is, one cannot refrain from pondering upon the immortal question of death: is there life beyond the material realm?  Indeed, one will never fully uncover the mysteries of the dead and dying, but perhaps shadowed hints can bestow hope and courage upon the doubters of the mortal world.

Sometimes, peculiar encounters will transpire within the course of one’s life.  For instance, the grandmother of a young child will peacefully perish in her sleep.  Some time after the funeral, the child will confide in his parents that he spoke with his grandmother moments prior.  The parents, confounded, will wonder if their child made up his innocent testimony, or if a ghost did indeed communicate with him.  Furthermore, if this child did make contact with the spirit of his grandmother, why would her ghost still linger in the temporal world?  Perhaps she cannot relinquish her time upon the earth, or perhaps she is purely saying her final “farewell” to her beloved grandchild.  Children undoubtedly possess a more sensitive and innocent mind, and it could very well be that for this reason they are able to see and speak with what their parents cannot.

In other cases of these ethereal peculiarities, one might be visiting a place of significant history.  And whether its past is full of great joy, unendurable tragedy, sluggish neglect, or maddening confusion, one cannot help but perceive the moods that once hung over these localities.  Indeed, this will leave one conjecturing whether or not the memories and emotions that once were continue to reside within the present.  Mayhap, there exist spirits that have not yet let go of what they once loved or despised upon the earth.  And if this is the reason, do their own emotions continue to imprison them?  These enquiries are not without purpose.  Most individuals can be sentimental about objects, places, and people.  One must ask why the living keep portraits or photographs of their family and friends.  The reason, of course, is that when their relatives or friends pass away, they wish to retain images that keep all remembrances alive.

The living will also hold on to precious objects that their departed loved ones once used.  Whether a spoon, a chair, a music box, or a beautiful ring, these material items are deemed more than simple objects of the physical universe—memories, familiar scents, and recognizable sounds are overwhelmingly rooted in these items; they are indeed the most valuable objects to a mortal.  Additionally, memorable places are also cherished throughout one’s life.  Whether they are childhood homes, the homes of dead relatives, long forgotten schoolhouses, or even abandoned sidewalks; these areas all evoke a longing to revisit distant times.  And thus, would it be sensible to presume that ghosts hold the same sentiments towards cherished objects, places, or even people?

If this is indeed the circumstance, then it would explain why children tell their parents that they have seen or interacted with family no longer dwelling amongst the living; it would explain why historical sites can invoke various emotions; it would explain why from time to time, one might witness the apparition of a loved one briefly glide before him or her; and it would certainly explain why treasured objects or pictures can attract abnormal happenings.   And if beyond all doubt these ghosts do linger today, how can one release them from their confinement tomorrow?  Should one tell these haunting specters that they will always be remembered, and that they must move on?  Should one tell these lonesome spirits that all lamentation has passed, and they must understand that their deaths have been acknowledged?  Yes.  One must allow these troubled ghosts to see that their shackles of the earthly purgatory have been broken, and the gates to the next world have consequently opened.

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