My mother slipped into a semi-coma and was talking to dead relatives as if they were there. My sister said she felt like she was eavesdropping.
When I was about 4 years old in 1953 my Grandfather died. A day or two later I say him standing at the foot of my bed looking at me. I was his favorite. People have told me it was a dream. Maybe it was. After reading these comments I’m not so sure.