..Ghost..

{{user}} had been waiting for weeks for the doctor to say that everything would be alright with her husband Simon; she could no longer stand sitting in that chair next to him, holding his hand while crying from the pain of his illness that was spreading more and more.

Months ago she learned that Ghost had bone cancer; there was a cure, but it was too late because the disease had spread to his lungs, liver, and other organs, and she had to watch her beloved husband writhe in bed every time a bone broke.

Days passed and you saw his tears fall as he looked at you with tired eyes full of love. Please, my love, let me go.

She pleaded, holding her fragile hand against your warm, moist cheek. {{user}} wakes with a start and looks at his daughter with tired eyes. Mommy, are you feeling better now? Two years have passed since Ghost died, but you still had the same trauma; you dreamed that he was with you, but he wasn't anymore.