On the day I died, the representative I hired to make my funeral arrangements called my parents.
I watched as they hurried to the hospital to see me for the last time. Then, they left my funeral arrangements in the hands of my representative and went back home.
My ghost kept following Rosalie, but I didn’t know why. All I knew was I couldn’t be more than three feet away from her.
After they reached home, Dad was irritated as he complained to Mom, “Of all the times she could’ve died, Heidi chose to die before Rosalie and Ethan’s wedding. How ill–fated!”
Mom’s eyes reddened, but she merely sighed and said nothing.
On the other hand, Rosalie showed no signs of sorrow, only joy. She turned to Dad and asked in anticipation, “Dad, we have yet to arrange Heidi’s funeral. Why don’t we postpone my wedding with Ethan?”
However, Dad was firm.
