Note: For my sister's mom Suzie. Thanks for being there for me. I love you and Layla so much. I thank you for being understanding towards my condition. Sometimes when I am sick, I do not act like myself. Thanks for accepting me….

"The Sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon but its echo lasts a great deal longer (Holmes)."

Living life as a ghost was a weird life. I couldn't eat, drink, sleep or breathe.

Everyone else around me was still alive.

The horrible thing was I knew I was dead. Most ghosts didn't; there were in denial.

At birth my mother gave me a name. The name was Divina. Even in death I still kept that name.

When I died, it crushed her. The tears flowed freely from her eyes. She was in denial for many years. She never wanted to believe I was dead.

It wasn't so bad being dead. No one could make fun of me. The pain was gone. No one could see what I looked like.

All I could see was blue skin and green hair. I had orange eyes from birth. When I died my hair rotted and turned green. My skin lost circulation and turned blue.

It was an apparition and a spirit. No one knew I was still around.

"A kiss my ruin a human life (Wilde)."

I stayed behind in an old sanatorium. I died from Tuberculosis. Tuberculosis was an epidemic a long time ago. I was there in the 1920's. I died when I was 14.

I didn't remember much of what life was like for me in that dark time.

I remembered being sad that I had that awful disease.

When I actually died I was a little happy. I didn't want to be kept alive when there was no cure, when I was just barely hanging on.

When my spirit left I felt free and I knew things would be a little easier.

They weren't; even in death I still had a job to do. Because I lived a pure life, God made me an angel. I spent most of my time in the sanatorium. I never had friends that were my age and I didn't do anything wrong because I was simply too sick to.

I was supposed to help people. I wondered how I was going to do that.

"I can forget my existence in a deep kiss of you (Smith)."
I asked him that same question. How was I going to help people when I was dead? He didn't have an answer for me.

"You'll know when the time comes."

I was sent back as an angel. People were unable to see me unless I appeared to them.

He wanted me to help this girl who was sick. He told me if no one helped her she would surely did. And someone had to help her, because if she died the world would be doomed.

I didn't have a say in the matter, I was dead! I loved God, and I wasn't about to let him down. I wondered how I would help that girl.

No one saved me, and sometimes I wished they did.

The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle, complimentary way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner before.

The girl's name was Lucera. She too was 14 years old.

She had a horrible, unknown disease. The treatments were barely keeping her alive. She was considering suicide. I understood how she felt because I wanted to die once too.

I was supposed to talk her out of it.

But how?! I was weak too, and I wanted to save her.

Love: Before I heard the doctors tell the dangers of a kiss; I had considered kissing you. The nearest thing to bliss. But now I know biology and sit and sigh and moan; six million mad bacteria and I thought we were alone (unknown)!

Lucera was a lonely girl. Not many people liked her. It was sad but I could see why; she didn't put herself out there. She was unpopular. She spent most of her time alone. She wanted friends, but the people she wanted didn't care about her.

That sounded similar. I didn't have a lot of friends either. I was always at the sanatorium. The people I was friends with died before I got a chance to know them.

That was life with TB. No one knew a lot about that disease back then. Most of the time people crossed their fingers and prayed that they would be spared.

Now there was adequate treatment.

A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know (Mistinguette)

Lucera was an only child. Her father was never around to help her or her mother. The mother struggled with severe depression.

I could understand why she felt so alone. It was hard enough dealing with depression. It was even harder when one of your parents had it too.

The burden for her must have been great, for she wouldn't have wanted to die.

I felt sorry for her.

What was it like to lose all hope?

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo (Shakespeare).

Lucera, from what I could see was a beautiful girl. She had platinum blond hair and silver eyes. She was beautiful; if she had wings she would have been an angel.

I couldn't let her die. She was important.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it (Bovee).

I followed Lucera to her house. It was small and dilapidated. Her family didn't have a lot of money. I had to help her and I was going to do it no matter what.