the ghost whisperers

the wind blows the wet grass trembles and the cold breeze blows through the window I can hear the voices in my head telling me that I should die but I can't do that this man has the voice like my father did but now I can still hear the sound of his voice telling me to be to have a happy life as I know it my sister christen came to visit me for my ... thoughts of father when he passed away from the family for good. I just couldn't stand the look in his eyes no longer with me _ sera augest.