Preface – Ma never “comes to me”. There was the one time, immediately after Dad’s death, that I saw a couple who looked just like them from afar. I stared at them with my mouth open, Al was with me and experienced it too. I ended up walking over and randomly hugging a stranger. I am that person… But as far as coming to me in dreams or thoughts, offering a touch after death, it never happens. Until last night.