When I held my daughter for the first time, all that I “knew” about spiritual beings or souls or ghosts, all came crashing together in one sudden thump — just above my right ear. It was as if the universe was saying — finally, you’re paying attention.

What makes a child special and alive is what makes us never forget them or anyone that has come into our lives. That spirit or personality, that which makes them unique lives on and forever. We never forget, because they never leave.

Ghosts? I believe in them. Absolutely. 😉