That evening, a gentle drizzle began to fall from the sky. With several months still to go until the the day of Dad's death, I couldn't wait any longer and decided to visit my father for one last time.

Rows upon rows of gravestones stretched across the hills, yet instead of feeling frightened, I felt an eerie sense of familiarity. After all, compared to ghosts, the human heart is far more treacherous and terrifying.

Raindrops pattered against my father's tombstone, blurring my vision. “Dad, these years without you have been so hard for Amy.”

“But everything’s gonna be fine. Amy will be with you soon…” I murmured as I wiped...