I could hear her calling my name in the middle of the night like she did when she was sick shortly after she died, but honestly, I was such a mess that I am not sure what it was. I don't think she has visited me lately, but I do think she "talks" to me. I notice things in my day to day life that are slightly odd but very repetitive to the point that I take notice and try to understand the underlying meaning. Eventually, I can string these things together to form meaning and it is eerie because, the meaning makes sense and it is formed in a way that she and I would understand. I used to be fairly oblivious, but know I look for meaning in everything I witness and experience.