I think my dad might be speaking to me from the grave. Except he doesn't really have a grave. His ashes are at my sister Taresa's house in a comfortable place on her bookshelf, waiting for his eight daughters to come to a consensus on just what to do with him -- imagine that process for a second. But a few times I have been certain that I have received messages from him. Okay, so there's no obvious poltergeist activity -- no spooky moving objects or footsteps or even doors closing (and thankfully because I would be shitting myself if that happened). But there have been a few instances when I have so surely felt him next to me that, to me, he might as well be calling out a hello.
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