A long time passed before I recognized her because when she gave into a spiritual state, she chose the form that corresponded to her adolescence. Ghosts could choose the 'appearance' they wanted to be seen, on the one condition that it had to agree with reality. If someone died as an old man as a ghost, he might turn out to be twenty, because he used to be. There is no option to take the form of, let's say, an adult if you have died as a child.
"Good morning, Judy," I said, staring at her as I sipped my tea. "Did you suffer? Could I help you somehow?"
"No," she nodded, smiling. "When I fell asleep, I already felt that it was this day. Sorry to cause you a little trouble with my funeral now."
"As if I were not sitting in this industry somehow." I laughed. "I will miss you being alive a little. Always merrier."
"But come on, I want to show you something." She motioned me to her side and wanted to lead me to her room, but turning around almost did not take a pratfall, not yet getting used to her spiritual motor skills.
I made my way to her bedroom, somehow unable to take over the excitement that was emanating from the old lady. I looked at the bed where her body lay, she actually died with a smile on her lips. Judy wanted to comfort me and pat me on the shoulder, but when she did, I yielded to the pressure. She apologized, terrified, but I reassured her that she would still get used to it and learn to control it. We focused again on what she wanted to show me and she directed me to her bureau and then ordered me to take the will out of the drawer.
"It's only a copy, the original is at the notary's," she said happily. "Read, I want to see your face when you find out."
"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised because we had never talked about it. I scanned the document, eyebrow raised, unable to believe what Judy had done before her death.
"No, it's too much."
"You were my only family and it will make me happy if you spend a good time here too. I just want to help you a little," she said with a smile.
I fell to my knees and cried, thanking her for everything. I didn't think she would decide to sign her apartment over me. I got up and hugged her as tightly as I could.
"I forgot it's not a problem for you," Judy said, laughing happily.
"Not even the smallest one," I said, and still holding her arm, I asked. "Any special funeral requests?"
I organized a modest ceremony, but the requests of my adoptive relative were limited to the fact that she wanted to be buried in the same place as her husband. Few people showed up, including me, a few of her distant relatives, and friends from the clubs where she played. After that, I invited everyone to a funeral banquet and told them a few words from Judy. Of course, I was persuading them that she managed to write them down in letters before her death.
But I had a hard time faking sadness when in fact I knew Judy was looking forward to this moment. She wanted to be with Ronald again, and as I watched them together, automatically a smile appeared on my face. He taught her how to be a ghost and promised to show her all the wonders of the world. When they had first met a few days earlier as ghosts after decades of waiting, they fell into each other's arms and cried, and I was with them, rejoicing at their happiness, and glad that they finally were able to talk to each other without me. It was a nice feeling, one of the few times I enjoyed being a medium. I looked at Tristan, who was happily discussing something with Judy, and found they got along pretty well. My boyfriend noticed that he had been staring at him for a long time.
"What is it about?" he asked surprised.
"Nothing," I replied, waving my hand and smiling at him happily.
Comments (6)
See all