A picture worth a thousand words

Here I stand watching over my family. I still remember how I used to make the apple cider that they are drinking at their dinner. I still remember the wonderful taste of the chicken pot pie that wife used to make every Sunday. I miss them very much but I have passed on.

Blanca my favorite horse loves my wife's pot pie but it gives him bad gas. Its amazing how my smallest children Amy and Josh can see me but my wife Linda, her mother Lucy, and my son Jeremy can't see me. And the think that they have gone crazy since I had died.

Just so you know Jeremy is the one that's going at the pie like a butcher.

I love how my daughter offers me a piece and even a chair at the table but I'm a ghost and ghosts can't eat. My dog Hunter always wants some of the pot pie but last time we gave him some it was a big brown dirty mess and by that you know what I mean.

The bird house out side the window was something I made just hours before I had the accident. It was a gift for my wife, it was her birthday. My wife's mother Lucy loves to crave wood. She makes bowls, spoons, and forks for the family. My wife knits. As you can tell by the red yarn that was spun in to a little hat. Its red because thats my son Jeremys favorite color. Its his birthday today and my wife only makes pot pie on special occasions.