Spirits of deceased friends visited me today, Christmas Day. They look exactly their ages when they passed away, whereas I--I look 63 and will soon look 64. That is actually the strangest part of all.

I especially remember, among others, Citas, Augusto my grade school classmate, and my father (again). They wished me Happy Holidays.

I was doing something and I had to explain to them exactly why I was doing it.

Such spirits seldom visit the living because the living believe that, when that happens, they are next to die. The truth is, spirits don't know when everyone else will die.