My dad passed away in November 2012. We still visit my step mom in Marquette MI. The house is a split level with the front entry between the 2 levels. There is a motion light in the stairwell. My daughter and I were visiting the next year and watching tv with all the lights out in the living room. All the sudden, the entryway light comes on. This happened a few times in the next half hour. Ok, I am thinking. I looked at Madison and said "grandpa"? Her reply, yup. Then the tv shut off. At that point, I told dad to knock it off. Jump ahead to January 2017, my husband and I are visiting my step mom. She had left up all her Christmas decorations until we visited. The lower level also has a living room with a tv and fireplace and all of her, gorgeous, lighted Christmas decorations. Saturday afternoon, I head downstairs to just sit and admire and remember all the great times we have had. So, I am sitting on the couch and dang it, the tv turns on. Not the DirectTV, just on the fuzzy screen. I knew, without a doubt, my dad was visiting me. It was a very warm feeling. My dad, somehow, visits all of us, even at our homes. Another time, my husband was adding on to our deck by our pool and I just glanced at him and there was my dad standing right behind him. I am one of those believers that the veil between the worlds is very thin. Do these scare me, no. Instead, I get comfort from it.
Our loved ones may no longer be "here" but they are always with us.