After my father passed and I was going through his house there were times when I thought I heard his voice.  One time, it was so clear, I even answered him.  The funny thing is, at that time I was drinking pretty heavily, but at that time, I was completely sober. 

A bit later I read some writings by a young lady Meghan O'Rourke on grief (she has some really good stuff about grief and loss) and she wrote how she found out that it was not unusual at all to hear the voices of the departed. 

Another strange thing, years after my father's passing, I came across this man who from a not too far distance looked like my father (my father was unique in his appearance due to his hair and beard).

And to take it one step further, after I retired, I let my own hair and beard grow out and I have turned out to be my father's twin.  A couple of years ago at our family reunion, I could not believe the remarks from family of how my father had been resurrected. 

Now, when I look in the mirror every day I see my own father peering back at me.  It is uncanny....