I believe they visit me in my dreams. I was laying on the couch halfway asleep this afternoon. I got up and put an envelope part way under my front door for the manager to take. I layed back down on the couch and was dozing off and on and I heard a voice near my door say "Ruthanne, it's Jean". No one in real life calls me Ruthanne even though that is my full first name. The only people that call me that are here on SF and my mom. My mom's name is Jean. She's been gone for 13 years. I believe that was her visiting me this afternoon. I was sort of startled by it. I had asked my mom a long time ago if I could call her Jean and she said no. Maybe that is why I was startled by it. Go on call me kooky now.