“My best friend is a ghost”

My best friend has broken his ties with mortal life. He once lived in the Middle Ages and fought with the Knights Templar. On a crusade to the Holy Land, he was struck down in a bloody battle. He has wandered the earth ever since. I recently returned from Oak Island in Nova Scotia where my friendly ghost appeared to me in a dream. He gave me a blessing and calmed my worries about my own demise, telling me that paradise was in my eventual future. I thanked my dear friend and bade him adieu.

Tom Rutherford