I'm probably one of the most cynical people I know when it comes to spirits and beliefs and the like. However, when my grandfather was close to death, at my parents home (they were taking care of him, he was end-stage cancer, and on the last night or so before his death, he rarely opened his eyes, just sort of slept uneasily and cried (made moaning noises, tears sometimes left his eyes)) I chose on tues. night, to skip class, and skip my fire-station duty-shift (I'm also a volunteer -having given up the career years ago, I still like to keep a hand in it) and sit 'visiting' with my grandfather, and my parents (my mother is also end-stage cancer -ovarian for her, prostate metzed to the bones for my late grandfather). I sat and talked to him a little, wiped his face and made sure he was clean.
A 'visit' that was to last from say, noon until five, but stayed until after eleven pm.
The next day, in the evening part of my 9a-9p shift at the hospital, my girlfriend was going to "pa-sit" while my parents went out for a much-needed night out, I got a call from my girlfriend that my grandfather had died just then. I immediately drove to my parents place, wanting to make sure that Pa had been clean and diaper removed before the funeral home came to pick him up. I leaned down and told him I loved him, that he would be missed, and kissed him on the cheek. Did he hear? I don't know. Biologically, unlikely. But I felt better for it.
I'm stopping now.