Alone Yet Not Alone

My house is haunted. Everybody knows that. My late wife, Evelyn, walks at night. "Jan," my friends tell me, "Why don't you move? Or at least get rid of the headstone!" They don't understand that I would never do that to Evelyn. This is how she keeps an eye on us, her loved ones.

I admit that it isn't always easy, living with a ghost. She will appear when you least expect it, and sometimes it almost seems as if she's trying to scare us. But I guess she's frustrated at not being able to communicate. She has to watch our daughters grow up without her, after all.

They have left for college now, both girls. Christa insisted that she had to get into private school, but as soon as we'd had the headmaster over for dinner and persuaded him to let them in, she started packing her bags. I guess it wasn't going to private school that was important, it was getting in, and proving that she was good enough. I don't know why she feels that way - she and Mackenzie have never needed to prove anything to me or Evelyn, and I believe they know that. I certainly hope so. But Christa has always been ambitious.

Well, I live alone now. I have friends who visit, of course, but not all of them are comfortable with having a ghost watching their every move. Most of them leave when night falls. But I did have a big party for my birthday. We had a great time, even though we aren't as young as we used to be. Except Brandon, of course, he never seems to age a day.

Yes, I am getting older. Be patient, Evelyn, and you will soon have company on the other side. I hope to live long enough to see the children come home, though, and perhaps a grandchild or two. Time will tell. For now, I am content.