Many things are beyond what we think of as normal,in 1995 my mother died. Father told me on different occasion's that he had seen mother appear to him, but he could not see her face, it was blurd. Until the third os forth time, the last time when he could see her face clearly, in his own word," she was wearing clothes he had never seen her wear in life. She looked so young and beautiful". I belive this was the last time she appeared to him. Then one day he went into the bathroom and there was the most fragrant smell of flower's, which vanished after he went out to get a towel and returned. To put my part in this story, three days before my father died last November, I was going out of my back gate, when I smelled the most beautiful smell of flower's, on a wet dull November day? All I can think of is my mother came to tell me it was dad's time to go. the day was picked well because he loved to talk about his service in the army. The date 11/11/99, many years before armistice day. RIP dad.