One night I was lying in my bed, and terrably upset over something. I do not remember what exactly but I was just thinking about things and my PaPa. I remember turning off the lights and snuggling under the covers. I always love covers over my shoulders at night. So I threw them on over and closed my eyes. I felt something on my back left shoulder. I immediately thought it was the covers shifting as they sometimes do. Then I felt what was a hand (fingers too) gently pressing on my shoulder back. My eyes shot open and instantly I sat up throwing the covers off of me and turning on the light as fast as I could! I am not sure what that was. But I will (SWEAR) that it felt like a hand on my shoulder possibly comforting me.
This tale is not long enough to be published so I will share another interesting tale that happened over 7 years later.
This other simple tale takes place again in my bed. My Grandma had just recently passed and I had been givin this statue/figurine that I gave to her that she loved so much. I was looking at it up high on my bookshelf while drifting off to sleep. It was so quiet as I didn't have my music on that night. Upon looking at that statue and wondering about my late Granny and drifting off to sleep, I hear part of my name wispered to me right above my ear. (Actually it was part of my name that my Mom always called me now I am not sure if my Granny called me that too). Either way I heard clear as day MY NAME wispered in a womans voice. Imediately I jump up throw the covers off of me, stand up and turn on a light! I slept in my living room that night.
I think more things then we know really happen with loved ones trying to communicate with us.