Watching

He had always been watching. Having died at the age of 26, he had not lived his life to the fullest. He had gotten married to his childhood friend, Lara Strong, and had witnessed the birth of his first child at the age of 23. A son, Terrance Leo Jones. Then. At age 26, he got a call from the Doctor. It was about his wife. They went to the doctor that day and he told them the wonderful news. She was once again pregnant. As soon as they got back home their little boy ran up to them. His brown eyes, just like his mother, and black hair like his father. He was ecstatic to hear he was going to have a younger sibling!


Then, two months later, his wife, three months along. He was driving home from work when a transport truck came out of nowhere. Running a red light. And suddenly, and abruptly ending the young man's life. Now, he floated. In the seemingly endless pit. He floated towards the door that separates him and another world. He floated to it and opened it. In the world he once lived. Sat his wife. Now eight months pregnant. Sitting at his tombstone and crying. He floated over to her. And he cried with her. Knowing he wouldn't be able to see his beautiful children in person.

"Why did you leave us Jackson? Why? Terry is always asking about his little sister, then saying he knows you'll get to see her. That you'll always be there to guide him and her." She wiped away her tears. "I have to go. I'll be back to visit soon. Our daughter, will see you. Even though you may in this grave." And with that. His pregnant wife left. Getting in her car and driving home. And he followed.


He had been back in Spirit form, for quite awhile. He witnessed the birth of his second child. A beautiful girl named Eleanora Louisa Jones. A beautiful little girl. Now she stood in front of her brother, her eyes were his. Hazel, and her hair like her mother's, brown. But it stuck up like his own. She was six, and her brother was nine, and he stood in front of his mother as they took a family picture. He smiled brightly as he watched his family. But he knew, whenever Lara looked at her children, she saw him. And he knew it hurt her. But she pushed through it. And put a smile on her face as she went to meetings in school. And she smiled as she watched her children graduate. Now, as he floated behind her as she read. Be whispered in her ear. Even though she couldn't hear him it gave him comfort knowing he could hear her.


What surprised him was when she got a puppy. Fluffy black fur, and hazel eyes. And she named him was Jackson. He smiled as the dog gave her joy, and raised him by herself in her old age.


He witnessed his son's wedding, the birth of his first grandchild, then his son walk his sister down the aisle. She had only gotten his stubborn hair and eyes, meanwhile it was the other way around for his son. She had a cowlick that refused to lay down and they both grew up so fast.


Then, all too soon. He was watching as his children as they held their elderly mothers hand. And smiled with tears in their eyes as she took her final breath. He had cried as well. Even more when his name was the last words she said. Then her dog whined as he closed his eyes. And didn't open them. Both souls lost from this world.


Jackson turned around. His legs were back, no longer ectoplasm. He was young again. And he saw his wife. Back to the age where he last saw her in life, and the little puppy running around biting at her legs. He smiled and ran to her and enveloped her in a hug.


Now, their children walked away from their parents grave. Knowing, the two were together again.