Ghosts

Everywhere I look, I recognize people. But it can't be. What would "they" be doing here, when "they" live and work 6000 km away?

Yet on first glance, "they" look like "them". Is it my mind playing tricks on me? Is it me wishing "they" were "them"? Is it part of the change process? Is it normal?

Either way it's mean.

I like "they" and am happy to be amongst them. But the other "them" are clearly part of my brain and are not leaving me. Maybe I am not leaving "them" or letting them go.

So I have termed these people ghosts, friendly ghosts. I think "they" are just checking up on me to see if I am ok.

Now every time I see one of these friendly ghosts. I say "Hi" and thank them for popping over the Atlantic to check up on me, I then tell them I am fine, so that they can go back to where they live. In peace.

I imagine when "they" are gone, I will miss them, but I have a sense that "they" are not going to leave me any time soon.

That's ok, I am not ready to lose them just yet. It's nice to have you with me for a little while longer.