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"Dad?" my trembling voice asked in a whisper. The apparition nodded, and the shimmer took a more defined shape. Beside me stood a very handsome, tall man with gentle eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a hoodie. I guess those never went out of style, even in the afterlife. "Alaric... how is this possible?" my Grandma said, her voice filled with emotion. "Hi, Mom. I missed you too. It's nice to see you," my birth father said. He walked, well floated, over and hugged her. A sob escaped my grandmother, and she embraced Alaric tightly. Somehow, she could touch him and feel his embrace. I could only imagine how my grandmother was feeling at that moment, hugging the ghost of her beloved youngest child. "I never thought I would see you again. Your father and I ... he will be so upset that he'