I like to think that they are never really gone as long as we can keep the memory alive. And that is why we ought to strive to do something significant, memorable and good within our own lives while we are still here and perhaps pass on to those that follow.I'll tell you what that old man was a good one. He would call about twice a year needing help moving something or some such. He always had to feed you before he would let you leave. Then he would pour some stout and sit back and tell me about his life adventures right up till about dark. Drove a milk truck back when there was milk trucks. He sure was a good one.
It is also why I like to collect old stuff that I hang on my walls to remind me that they were once here. Stuff such as my mother's old lamp, some of my dad's old hand tools, my grandmother's old gospel hymnal from the early 1900s, my great grandparent's smoking pipe and wire rim glasses dating all the way back to the Civil War. These are my "ghosts".