I always thought that whenever a person died, that meant that I would never be able to see or speak to that person again. In fact, it is like that for many people, but not for me. My eyes and ears can see and hear the dead. Sounds cool, right? Well, let me tell you, it isn’t. It’s the very reason that I am dead now. When I was younger, I was always told that I was special from my mother, but I never knew what she meant by that. “Rose, you’re not like those other children. You’re special.” she’d say to me and I’d reply with “Whatever, you have to say that because you’re my mother.” It wasn’t until after her death that I found out what she really meant when she called me ‘special’.