Ever since he could remember, Frank knew he was different; being able to talk to your grandmother at her own funeral wasn't really what normal people did. If he had to pinpoint the moment he discovered he was the only one with this ability he would have to choose that dreary day.

He remembered it being quite a nice day, and he was confused as to why he couldn't just stay home and play; he was only four years old and he didn't understand what had happened when his teary eyed mother had stuffed him into a small black suit, the same one he wore at his aunt's wedding just a few short months before. He hadn't been told that his grandmother had passed away so it came to quite a shock to him when he walked into the church and was led to the open casket at the front of the church.

He saw her lying there but didn't think anything was wrong, she looked peaceful and content, she looked like she was sleeping.
"Grandma? Wake up." He said, and in the quiet church it seemed his voice echoed around letting everyone hear his innocence.
"Frank! Be quiet!" His mother had hissed, pulling him away from the casket and sitting him on the first bench.
"Why won't she wake up?" He asked sadly, he was beginning to put the pieces together.
"Stop it Frank, you're upsetting everyone."

The rest of the time in the church was hazy, he had a short attention span and there was really nothing to entertain him. Later that day, back at their home, everyone was gathered, friends, family, all to seek comfort on this seemingly tragic day. Frank was left alone, ignored by everyone; he didn't know his grandmother that well, the only times he saw her were during the Christmas holidays and thanksgiving before that, and various rare visits; so he wasn't exactly sad, especially since he could see her across the room, smiling and waving at him.

He smiled back, and was about to walk over to her when a woman suddenly sat next to him.
"Thank you, I feel much better now, I've been on my feet all day." She said, sighing in relief; anyone could see she had a good sized baby bump hiding a little under her black dress, it wasn't too big or too small.
"I haven't seen Gerard around, did he not come?" Said another lady who was standing beside her.
"No, I didn't think he would enjoy it much, he's been so exited about his little sister coming soon." She answered with a small smile.
"How far along are you, by the way?" Asked lady number two.
"Just over six months, I can't wait for her to be here." She smiled wider.

"It's going to be a boy." Frank interjected.
"Excuse me?" Said the first lady turning to him.
"It's gong to e a boy, not a girl"
"Oh, I don't think so sweaty, the doctor told me I'm having a little girl." She answered kindly.
"Well He's wrong. It's okay to be wrong sometimes, like today. Everyone thinks that my grandma is dead, but she was just sleeping, she's right there, see?" He pointed to where she was standing just a few moments earlier, but the lady didn't seem to see her, she just gave him a strange look.

"Frank, stop bothering our guests." It was his father this time, who had undoubtedly heard him.
"But you're wrong, she's right there." He insisted.
"That's it! Go to your room!" His father suddenly thundered, and Frank did as he was told, scowling all the way up the stairs. Once he was in his room he slammed the door and sat on his bed, his arms crossed as he glared at the floor.

Why didn't anyone listen to him? Couldn't they see her?
"Frankie" said a voice next to him, he turned his head to see his grandmother sitting next to him, as usual a kind, warm smile was on her aged face. He hadn't heard her come in, and for a second he thought that was strange, but it passed as he embraced his grandmother.
"I knew you weren't really dead!" He said with a smile.

The older woman sighed and pulled out of the hug to look at her grandson in the eyes.
"No Frankie, they're right, I really am gone."
"Why?" He asked beginning to tear up.
"Because it was my time. But it's okay, it's all alright." She said soothingly pulling him into another hug just as his tears started falling.
"I don't understand, Why can't anyone else see you?"
"Only you can see me sweaty, and from now on you're going to see a lot more people that others can't; you're a special boy Frank, you were given this gift for a reason, always remember that." She said running her fingers through his hair to comfort him, just like she always used to do.

She seemed so real in his arms, even that old people smell was still around her.
"Are you gonna go to heaven now?" He asked in a small voice.
"I'm sorry sweaty, there is no heaven."
"But where will you go?" He cried.
"That's just it, when people die they can go anywhere the like and do anything they like, and no one can see them, no one can catch them."
"Like the invisible man?"
"Exactly" She laughed softly.

"So are you going to stay with us?" He whimpered.
"I'm sorry, but no, and I won't be coming back; I just stayed to say goodbye." She held him tighter.
"Where will you go?" He cried out again. He wanted her to stay, to be close to him.
"Anywhere I can, anywhere I want. I can see the world now, and I still have to catch up to your grandfather; leave that man alone for more than five years and who knows what sort of trouble he's gotten himself into without me." She joked, making Frank laugh a little, but it was short-lived and more tears kept coming.

"I'll miss you." He cried
"I know, I'll miss you too." She whispered. They sat holding each other for what felt like hours, until the time had come for them to break apart. She gave her grandson one last kiss on the forehead, whispered a quick "Be good" and disappeared like she was never there; but Frank knew she was, and as soon as she left he felt like half of his heart had been torn out; he didn't realize how much she meant to him until she was gone.

A couple of hours later when his parents came to check on him they found him with his face buried in his pillow, crying his eyes out.

Notes

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