This is a great post. Many years ago, I was sleeping and i suddenly woke up to see a man standing at the bottom of my bed. I could not see his features clearly, but I was not scared at all. he stood there calmly looking at me for a minute, and then just disappeared. I went back to sleep, like nothing had happened. The phone ringing woke me up. It was my mother telling me my Grandfather had died during the night. His death was very peaceful, and when my Grandmother found him, he was laying on his side like he had never even woke up. I have always believed he had come to say good bye, and he was so calm that I wasn't even scared.
Sawyer will stand on me sometimes and look over the back of the couch like someone is standing behind us. He whines and paws at the air. I feel it is my Dad who I lost three years ago just checking in. I love to feel that those we loved so much are in some way still able to be near us sometimes.
