Mistiness, something out of the corner of the eye… there was a feeling in the air, a presence, a hint of sound.
In the ethereal world, the ghostly companion continued, “Lyle, being clear is essential to making yourself known.”
Lyle was worried, “We might scare them. I was scared of ghosts when I was with them.”
“If you’re clear, they’ll see you for who you were.”
Lyle tried again. His presence grew clear. His parents were startled at first but stood with tears in their eyes.
“Mumma, poppa, I’m okay. Nana is here with me. I love you both.”
His presence faded. His love remained.