I watch a movie on Showtime – “Ghost” The characters unreel quietly and slowly. I’ve lost two husbands to the big “C”s – Cancer and Car Crash. I live alone now.
I shop for groceries, quietly cook dinner. Take a shower, towel off, look into the mirror. I can’t find my face under the white sheet of steam. And then I realize, I am the ghost.
Sharon Rickard
This article appears in Sharing their Stories.