I can understand. Shortly after my mother's death, I felt her squeeze my hand one night. It was a delightful warm, tingly feeling that went up my arm and I definitely felt her squeeze my hand.
It turns out a couple of my sisters had similar experiences the same night and they were in different parts of the country.
I hope our Dix is among us in that way now to see how much we grieve his passing and what he meant to us all.
He is.
We had a brief, but comforting moment this afternoon.