Finally the service ended and we all got up to get our cars to drive to the cemetery, including David, who wanted to stop at a Taco Bell to buy tacos. He didn’t have any money, but that didn’t stop his desire.

David loved fast foods, and his body showed it. He was a large man, about 250 pounds and over six feet tall.

I wondered how he was going to chew his food! He no longer had the physical means to digest what he ate, or rid the foods he consumed. The memories of eating, chewing, swallowing, had stayed with David. He seemed to be enjoying his fast foods, as much or more than when he was physically alive.

Memories! He had my full attention when he sat down with our three children at meals, especially if I made hot dogs, his favorite food. So there he was, night after night, eating with us, but only I could see him and I didn’t want to.

I thought getting divorced would rid me of him, but death brought him back with his appetite. The good part was the foods he consumed were only in his mind, and not out of my food budget.

Getting rid of ghosts isn’t hard, when they want to go to the light of the Lord, but David had found a way to get my full attention and he liked surprising me.

I must have sent him to the light fifty or sixty times, but he kept returning. Then I intuitively knew how to get rid of him. For the next seven days I cooked veggies, fish and boiled potatoes. Foods he didn’t like. I said, “This is all I’m going to cook for you.”

He frowned and said, “I want hot dogs.” I took the remaining hotdogs and threw them in the garbage. He looked so sad I almost felt sorry for him. I began to clean out the refrigerator of all his favorite foods, doughnuts, soda, and hamburgers. A tear trickled down his face as he walked slowly out the door and out of my life. I never saw him again.

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