Well, family ghosts.

Not all of them, just most.

Who will be shortly joining the rest of their family.

We grew up loving these ghosts.

But ghosts is all that remains.

Memories of ghosts.

Thinking back, I saw the picture walls of family members no longer with us.

As a child, I did not associate death and dead with my relatives.

They were just pictures of my aunts, uncles and grandparents I never knew.

Frozen in time.

Never changing.

Never getting older.

Staring at us.

The ones they left behind.

The living.

I have a picture wall- not yet filled with ghosts.