Living with a Ghost Named "Honey" Part 3

The last day in the apartment was more emotional, and painful than we had expected. We stood in the middle of the empty living room looking around. We had to say good-bye to Honey. James and I spoke to her, telling her how much she was going to missed. I would give anything to stay there and never leave. We stood there, tears streaming down our face, as I felt waves of sadness, devastation, and heartbreak beat at me.

Later that night James asked me if I felt stupid for standing in the middle of an empty apartment crying as we said good-bye to a ghost. I quickly answered no. There's nothing stupid about loving a little girl, ghost or not. We both felt as if Honey had died all over again.

Over the next few months, our grief eased, and went on with our lives. Serena missed Honey a lot but understood she couldn't come with us. We read in the paper a few months later that the owner had run out of money, the building was being demolished. It seemed wrong to have given up everything for nothing.

Nothing had ever happened when we drove by the building all those months. Serena never mentioned Honey, but each time we went by the building she would stare at it until she could no longer see it. This time was different, as we went by, Serena began to scream hysterically.

We jumped a mile high while our hearts leapt into our throats. Luckily the speed limit is about 25 mph. He quickly pulled, and had barely stopped the car when I jumped out, yanked open the back door, and practically yanked Serena out of the car. She had tears streaming down her face, and nothing I did or said seemed to help.

I realized she was saying something. I put my ear close to her face to hear the word, "Honey, Honey, no Honey." My heart broke in two all over again. We eventually calmed her enough to be on our way.

We figured out later Honey had made one last desperate attempt to hold onto Serena. Honey was a scared little girl who had lost her family yet again, but didn't truly understand why we couldn't be with her. She had flung a strong force of energy, filled with so many emotions that Serena, at only 3 years old, was overwhelmed by them. I opened myself enough that day to feel some of it, but couldn't bear to expose myself completely.

To this day we still miss Honey. She may have been a ghost, invisible to everyone except for my special family. I hope she has found peace wherever she is, better yet, I hope to meet her again in this life or the ones yet to come.