In 1994 I was prostrate on the bed upstairs in the condo that I lived in. My fiancé, a commercial diver, had been killed unexpectedly in a diving accident a few weeks before and I was devastated. It was the middle of the day and all I could do was lay on the bed and cry. The telephone rang. I picked it up and was stunned to hear my grandmother's voice. She said "Valerie?"
 I replied "Mony?" I was stunned.
She said, "You get up out of that bed right now, do you understand me?”
I said "Yes, Mony," and then nothing. It was a very static-y call and there was no dial tone. She was just gone. Her voice sounded like it was very far away. She had died about 8 months before.  I will never forget that as long as I live. If it was a hoax, how did the caller know that I was upstairs in my bed (I was home alone) and upset? I was standing there with the phone in my hand, amazed.  That WAS my grandmother who called, in a time of great emotional distress. It was one of the defining moments of my life.