My Dad died 14 years ago, after a long battle with cancer. One morning, exactly one week after he had died, my telephone rang; thinking that it was probably a relative or friend, I picked the receiver up and said "hello", as I would usually. However, at first, there seemed to be no one at the other end; just some extremely bad static. I was just about to put the phone down when I heard a voice say "Hello darling, it's Daddy; I love you. I'm alright". Then the line faded out and went dead. It had been my Dad's voice on the other end of the phone. I couldn't mistake it. As you can imagine, I was completely dumbstruck. I was crying and laughing at the same time. My Mum was present in the room when I took the call, so I know that I didn't imagine it.  

The wonderful thing is that a few years before he became ill, my Mum, Dad and I made a pact with each. It was that, if there was a life after death, whichever one of the three of us died first; they would try to come back and let the other two know that death wasn't the end and that there is something on the other side. There were other signs from him also; but that's another story.