When the Ghosts Come Haunting

My secret thoughts live as if some of the people from my past have gone on to the afterlife........remaining as memories in tainted stories in my mind, pages half ripped and some marked and wore torn from repeated flashbacks. Characters in a story aren't supposed to jump off of the pages and come to life. Ghosts from the past aren't supposed to have audible voices........... It's almost too difficult to put words to the feelings I have about my family of origin, like the spoken or written word would cause further wounding if misconstrued and taken out of context.......context being my mind. Childhood; a word that conjures up many different memories and feelings for us all, a word that makes me sad when i think of my own, but smile when my mind travels the many miles to leave my own behind and embrace and live in the now as my own children experience a much different childhood than my own. Yesterday I heard my brother's voice tell me that he loved me. I don't think he knows what he means. It means nothing to me if it's never shown.