Ghosts

There are ghosts that dwell not in shadows, but in sunlight. They live in the cadence of your laughter, the way you stir your coffee, the phrases you borrow without thinking. They are the echoes of those who shaped you, loved you, and left their fingerprints on your soul—even if they’re no longer here to hold your hand.

Whose laughter still lives in your voice?

Maybe it’s your grandmother’s mischievous chuckle when you tease a friend.

Or your father’s booming grin that erupts from your own throat during a bad joke.

Perhaps it’s the friend who taught you how to be brave, their courage now a quiet hum in your choices.

These are the emotional ghosts we carry—not as burdens, but as sacred heirlooms.

They ache, yes. But oh, how they glow.

They remind us that love outlives time, distance, even death. That to miss someone is to honor how deeply they mattered.

So today, let’s speak their names into the light.

Whose ghost do you carry gently?

Is it a melody they hummed, a recipe they swore by, a stubbornness you inherited?

We are all mosaics of those we’ve loved.

Their shards live in us—sharp, shimmering, and unbreakable.

-Written by Etheric Echoes