I'll admit that I do believe in ghosts. We had at least seven in The Barn before it burned down. The flames seemed to have cleaned them out and convinced them to go party elsewhere, but until the fire, they were very much a presence in the old barn.
Today I encountered a new type of ghost. For some inexplicable reason my Outlook email decided to re-download a bunch of messages from last December. The first one was from my friend Crescentia who passed away in March. It was about coming to the farm to pick out and cut down a Christmas tree, something she did with her kids about a week later.
Suddenly, because of this "ghost email," there she was, with her smile, her passion, her strength, talking abou something so mundane as picking out a Christmas tree. And there I was, in the airport with tears streaming down my face, missing her terribly. I wear a puke green (her favorite color) bracelet that says "Be True" and everytime I look at it, I think of "what would Crescentia do?" Whether it has to do with our Concert for a Cure, a business decision, or just getting on with life, her prescence is never very far away. But something about that email in its very prosaic nature, will haunt me for awhle, and remind me, that even when you know you're dying, you still need to get a Christmas tree for your kids.
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