Just finished watching "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir" for the umpteenth time. Cried at the end again, as usual. But it was a bit different this time. It wasn't just the unbearably sad/happy ending of the two people in love, of Capt. Gregg waiting for Mrs. Muir's life to end so they can be together through eternity. It was that I desperately wish there were an afterlife so I can be with my John.
Plus, the bastard promised he would haunt me after he was gone and what has he done? Nothing! Not a peep! Well, okay, it would probably freak me out a lot if he did. But, still.
I miss him terribly. I'm still crying and I really need to stop so my eyes aren't all messed up when I go out later.
I'm going to get some work done now.
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