[ WP ] a nice ! normal person dies and becomes a ghost and tries to start a relationship with the current inhabitant of his/her old home .

I hated lilies, I really did. It was n't just the shape or the sight, but the sight that always drove me wild with angst. 
 
 But she insisted on putting them everywhere. On the window-sills, by the bed, and especially next to her daughter's crib at night, while she gave her her favorite doll, a stuffed penguin, so that she could sleep easier. She would even put them in her hair, which was light brown with faint streaks of blonde. And she always kept them outside the door of the second bedroom of the two-bedroom apartment, even though she never went inside that one. 
 
 Her face seemed familiar, but then I could n't tell. They said ( we said? ) that once you pass through the worlds, you could n't really stay to chat. It was only proper, they said, to, to move on, and let go of all the memories that you had from your previous life. 
 
 But I, I was stuck. And so I was an *abnormality*, caught between two eras. So that was why I could remember, if only a little. Flashes of memory and understanding that merged automatically with my thoughts. I could recall a fair, chubby girl laughing and playing with me ( I supposed that was from my youth ), and most of all earth, lots and lots of earth, surrounding me from all sides, immersing myself in it, until I finally had an everlasting feeling of oneness that I had n't felt my entire life. 
 
 Perhaps that was why I was drawn to her, the girl, now lady, with her lilies and her dresses and her hair. Maybe she was someone I had known? 
 
 But in all my thinking, I had forgotten about reality. Time moved fast, it seemed, for now the daughter was all grown up. The woman was now older, dignified, but clearly still had that aura around her, the feeling that had drawn me to her so intensely. Her smile was still there, and the twinkle in her eyes, but for how long? 
 
 I blinked and she was lying on her bed, old and frail, and could feel my heart pound hard, despite the irony of it. She was at the edge, and with her last breath, I could hear her mutter something. And all of a sudden, I started to remember. Flashes, images, hundreds of thousands, all pouring in. And she whispered a name, starting with'R'. 
 
 And then I blinked again, and then all at once, it was too late. She was gone, and I knew instinctively that she had passed on to the next world. Only I remained. 
 
 I sighed. Another opportunity missed. I was a typical homo-sapien, whatever that meant. The daughter had moved out now, and had started a family of her own. Oh well. 
 
 Of course, in retrospect, I could say that I had n't gone through with it because our meeting just would n't have been right. Our eras were like those of the dinosaurs: though they seemed similar, they were really, really far apart. 
 
 As I thought this, my memories aligned, automatically re-adjusting until I had a lot, but not everything. And I had the niggling feeling that something was missing. 
 
 I wondered about her death, how had it happened, and I could n't help but compare it with my own. At least she had gone calmly, whereas me? I got hit by a blimp. Not so normal, even though I was a'normal' guy. I mean sure, I liked dinosaurs a bit much ( and geology rocks! ), and maybe I would use too much hair gel, but really, there could n't have been anything *that* wrong with..... 
 
 
 And then, suddenly, I remembered everything.
