134.How The Dead Haunt

Hello again, and today is Sunday, January 27, 2012. While talking to my dad today about a trip we were going to take, I thought to myself, “Oh, if we go to Florida, we can go visit abuelo and abuela.” Then before those words could leave my lips, I recalled that abuelo is dead. Even though he passed nearly fourteen months ago, the stark re-realization of his death felt like a knife in my gut. That's how the dead haunt us. Not through ghastly, pale, hovering souls that chill the air and frighten the living, but by the fact that they are dead and will stay dead. And that this remindes us that when we're dead we'll stay dead too. At least that's how the dead haunt me.

As always,

ZenMercury,
Keep calm, and how do the dead haunt you?