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i was good work friends with her. her desk was on the other side of the office, but positioned in a way where every time she went to her desk, she crossed in front of my field of vision. i'd be looking down at my screen, so it was just like a corner of my eye type thing. she was real friendly, got up a lot just to talk to people, so it happened dozens of times a day for years.
she got cancer young, fought it for a year, took a turn for the worst one week. i went to visit her in the hospital on a sunday, got up to her room, and her family was all around her bed crying. she died, like, literally a minute before i got there, probably while i was walking in the building.
everyone at work was crushed. we're a pretty quiet bunch, and she was the one who'd keep the place buzzing. it was solemn for, like, a month. felt empty. anyway, for weeks after she died, anytime someone on the other side of the office crossed in front of my field of vision, i saw her. clear as day. i'd look up from my screen and it'd be someone else. my brain was so used to that movement from that side of the office being her, that it would fill in the blanks in my peripheral vision, and i would literally see her out of the corner of my eye. half the time, i'd forgotten she was gone, i'd see her walking to her desk, look up and be like, oh, yeah. after we moved to a new office a few months later, it never happened again, because my brain wasn't used to seeing her in the new space.
the point is, i think ghosts are tricks our brain plays on us when we're so used to seeing someone in a particular space. i read something where, unless you actually stop and think about your peripheral vision, you only really see what's in front of you. when you aren't thinking about it, your brain only processes basic outlines or movements and fills in the details with what it expects to be there. so with the visual signals your brain is firing off, you really are "seeing" that person exactly as you remember them and expect them to be there, but when you look up, they're obviously not there. after my dog died, i'd see her sitting in her usual spot by the door all the time. i'd look up and be like, oh, yeah. ghosts. "i smack clowns with nouns, punch herbs with verbs..."
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