A few weeks ago my Mom called my sister. She sounded a little confused and upset.
"Where are you?" she said. (We live on opposite sides of the country from our parents)

"I'm at home" she replied. "Why, what's wrong?"

"Well, I'm visiting your Dad, (He's in a nursing home--he has alzheimers and parkinsons) and he swears he saw you today. He's been telling all the nurses that his daughter came to visit him and that she just stepped out, she'll be right back. He's VERY insistant that you were here, he's absolutely convinced. He told me you were wearing a peach shirt and white pants!"

My sister began to cry. My Daddy had just described the exact outfit she had on at that very moment!

I love you and miss you Daddy!