I am at the stage of my life everyone dreads - that of filling my days with the past, because there is little future left.

Spirits...Ghosts...Angels...whichever yo wish to call them - Reader, they do exist. I've seem them all my life, but I've learned to say nothing. And for all you cynics out there, just remember, there is no proof either way. So I choose to believe. In my opinion, it's much the best option.

Every human being has a fascinating existence, with a big cast of good and evil characters in each. And almost always, somewhere along the way, magic.

Once you have made a decision and there is no turning back, acceptance is the only comfort.