At the funeral, though, after everyone had left the chapel, I stayed. I was waiting for Cal’s ghost. I still didn’t believe in them, but I had this crazy idea that because he did, they might be possible. “See, Rach, I’m here,” I imagined him saying as he held up his arms to show the sunlight shining through. Ghosts are nothing but dust and imagination, though, and eventually the funeral director gently told me I had to leave. There was another funeral starting soon.
