It's Not Just Ghosts That Come Back.

The human heart has four chambers. There is a fifth one for grief.
You know it when your mother’s knees buckle at a news she
presses the phone to her ears to hear. When your father grows out his
beard for a year. When you are old enough to leave out names from
conversations to avoid drowning. Names that pool that 5th chamber
until it brims to your eyes. It makes a magician of you. The kind that
goes back in time to say the things unsaid. It makes a God of you.
The kind to trade places, to raise the dead, to promise an afterlife.
Where it’s not just ghosts that come back, the living do too.