I don't have to remember, Eliasson. I can see my reflection in posts here on SR.
The newcomers who arrive, scared and desperate, are my ghosts of Easter past.
The regulars who have reached some point of stability and contentment, they're my ghosts of Easter present.
And the poor soul who you might have seen yesterday, announcing he was off to drink himself all the way to his grave, that's my ghost of Easter future if I don't honor this chance I've been given.