I've been aware, at different times, of each of my parents making visits. And a deceased friend, who died by his own hand, paid several visits, some of them rather creepy, as his friends tried to sort through the details of his life that led to that act. He's much calmer now, and doesn't come by often.

It's not the same as if they were still here with us, but it is something.

Now, as my children mature, there have been so many times that I've wanted to call Mom or Dad to tell them some neat thing about one of the kids. I'm sure that serves as a sort of call, that desire to talk. It has led to dreams or glimpses of those conversations.

SRS