This story happened in Kentucky in 2017 and then again in 2019. My mother was ill for awhile and always said she never wanted to be placed in a old folks' home. She wanted a promise, so to make her feel better we said we wouldn't. But as it happens sometimes, her illness got worse we couldn't keep her at home anymore. We had to place her.
I cried for two weeks, thinking I had broken a promise to her. She wasn't there for long before she passed in 2017, three months before her birthday.
Days after that, tired from all the commotion of the funeral, I was awoken from a sound sleep. I heard my mother call my name. I quickly got up out of bed and went to her room to see what she needed. But the bed was empty and I remembered she had passed. I went back to bed and cried.
For two weeks this happened and every time I would automatically get up only to be greeted with an empty bed. It stopped after awhile and life went on.
Two years later, in 2019, my father got sick. His hospital stay was brief and he passed quickly. And again, for two weeks straight, I heard him call my name. I got up to go help him only to realize he had passed.
I know this may sound weird but I talk to my folks at times, telling them I love and miss them, things like that.
When alive both parents were a buffer to an in-law that would get creepy whenever we would talk, text or write. We would get in fights and he would get nasty and rude. With them both gone, he wants to text again. I simply asked, to myself, if trouble will come of this. For two weeks I'd wake up hearing yes.
My questions are:
Was that my folks' voices I heard after they died?
Is this my folks warning me to stay clear of the creepy in-law?
Deepest condolences. I agree with a lot of commenters on here-- you already know what to do, and already know what your parents mean by saying "yes."
That being said, loved ones are known to still actively watch over us and communicate whenever there is something troubling us. My grandpa, who passed away when I was 9, used to visit my dreams often during my teenage years (we had just immigrated, and I was angsty). Sometimes he'd stay long enough to listen to me, or sometimes just long enough to give me a hug.
It's reassuring to know they're still watching out for us.