He said an old man's ghosts are not scary. They are, unlike those of the young, welcome since they are the friends of our youth and those we have loved along the way. They are guests in a life made less for loss of their touch. They are memories, and their gift is in the sharing of a time gone sadly by. "No," he said, "they do not scare me. Friends don't do that."
The ghosts of the young are fears of what might be. Their faces haven't yet the fullness of what has been, and so cannot say there was nothing to be afraid of.
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