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Just to add to the many first hand accounts here, my dad was in a nursing home, 94 years old. One day I got a call in the early evening, the staff reporting that he was unresponsive and that he was dying. I kept vigil through much of the next day. Although mostly in a state resembling a deep sleep, occasionally Dad would turn in his bed a little and when he did I would try to talk to him. On one occasion when I said “I love you Dad” he squeezed my hand and I knew he was saying the same thing back to me. He passed a few hours later.

Mom & Dad have both been back on a few occasions since their passing, mostly in the first months after they died, not as “ghosts”’ but as events to which no other explanation is possible, to which I've learned to smile and say Hi Mom Hi Dad.

When it's 3am and somebody blows on the back of your neck and there's nobody else at home, what else can you say. I watched a pen I had just put down on my desk rotate in a complete circle. Hi Mom. The ONLY time in ten years that my chipper-shredder failed to start was when I probably would have risked heat stroke by wanting to finish the job instead of taking a break. By not starting I was forced to take a break and it may have saved my life. Thanks Dad!

While I am in no hurry to die, I certainly am of the opinion that my passing will but be the start of a great adventure and while I will certainly miss my Earthbound friends we will all come together in a better place eventually.