M.P.
It's funny you mention this tonight. My brother died in August, and he lived out of state. We saw him once a month but he wasn't part of my kids' day-to-day life. Just tonight, I was home alone with my 2 yo. We were in her room changing her clothes when she pointed to her open bedroom door and said, just as plain as day, "There's Uncle Dale." I couldn't believe what I heard, so I asked her to repeat it, and she said it again. It wasn't scary or anything, but it did make my stomach drop. I didn't say anything else, and she just went to playing with her doll. I don't know. It was just odd, and I felt like I had to share it with someone. My husband would think I was just hearing things (but I know what she said).