”We die once when the last breath leaves our bodies. We die a second time when the last person speaks our name.” - The Book of Lost Friends
But, what if there was more to death than that? What if there was an in between? What if seeing dead people was all about listening…helping them to move on? What if none of your siblings possessed this gift? What if everyone in town thought you were strange or weird for your ability to see and listen to the dead? How would you cope?
What if death threw you a curve? Finding strength where you least expected it. Ghostwriter (pun intended?). Family run funeral home (pun intended?). Finding yourself. Reconciling how others see you. Growth. Love. Hopeful.
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