Starting a new life as a ghost

I am starting a new life. I don't know if documenting this new life will help with what I am trying to accomplish but it's worth a try. I am 50 years old and trying to raise my two youngest sons as a ghost. It isn't going to be easy. Writing always made me feel better because people actually saw a part of me if they read my stories. If you are related to me you know I'm there but I don't stand out. Of course since I am a ghost, you wouldn't expect me to stand out because you can't see see ghosts now can you? Of course not, that's just silly. The thing is, I have been a ghost most of my life. I have had times when I wasn't invisible and things happened like getting married or a job change or having a baby. Having a baby was good because that meant there was someone else that could see me. As soon as the whole marriage thing got routine I always became invisible to my spouse. I will admit that it's hard to be seen when you're a ghost. It's not like I am the only one of my kind. There are ghosts everywhere.Some of my kids feel like ghosts sometimes but not all of my kids have ghost traits. Some not at all, some quite a bit.
At the start of 2009, my kids and I were trying to find a small affordable place to live in a safe area close to town. My kids and I had two dogs that we had to put up for adoption because we couldn't find a pet-friendly place. Just a few days after that traumatic experience, my son who was 11 at the time found himself hospitalized with a ruptured appendix. After his nine day hospital stay with me and his 8 year old brother by his side, we left only to find that the apartment we wanted was no longer available, we were about to be locked out of the home we were leaving and faced with the realization that we were now a homeless family. We were at ground zero. A family of homeless ghosts. Absolute ground zero. Nowhere to go but up. This is our story, so here we go. We are reaching for the stars.