The truth about "ghosts"

My grandfather, Joe, was a newspaper writer. Sometimes for fun, though, he wrote ghost stories. Years ago, I ran across one of them. The story was set in a large, spooky house, where some delightfully eccentric people lived. They did such funny things that, even in the scariest parts of the story, you just had to laugh. It was more a spoof than a real ghost story.

My grandfather had succumbed to illness and passed on at an early age, as his parents had before him. The specter of poor health had hung over the family for generations. A few years after Joe's passing, however, some members of the family learned that God never intends such a destiny for any of His sons and daughters.

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October 25, 1999
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