Do you believe in "ghosts?"

Do you believe in ghosts? I'm not talking about the little fellow walking around with a sheet on. I'm talking about spirits of those that have gone on to Heaven.

You know that place of consciousness right before you wake up?

I saw Daddy George this morning right as I was waking up. He was taking my photograph. When my eyes opened all the way, I realized cognitively he wasn't really there and he disappeared. Then I realized he was gone and it hurt all over again as if I had just received the phone call.

I hate that feeling more than any other feeling I get. That punch in the gut feeling. Wake up thinking someone is alive and well only to remember that they have passed on and the punch of grief hits you again. I'm so glad that I know he's in a better place.