My husband was killed in a road accident. A couple of months later I was in church and became aware he was standing next to me, dressed in his RAF great coat, best peaked hat and officer's leather gloves. I could feel him there, but when I turned towards him he disappeared.
About 7 years later I woke one morning aware that I had had a significant dream but was unable to remember it and forgot all about it. Then later that morning I was doing some housework. When I lifted his framed photo to dust it I got what seemed like an electric shock and had immediate recall of the dream. I was visiting him in hospital (he was killed instantly in the accident, so I had never had to do that) and his bed was in the middle of a large lawned garden. He was paraplegic. When I had to leave I was concerned about leaving him alone with no way of contacting anyone should he need anything, so rushed off to get a mobile phone. By the time I came back with the phone he was up and moving very stiffly round his bed. "Look" he said. "I'm fine, so you don't need to worry about me. And anyway, you and I don't need mobile phones to keep in touch." It was so comforting, so loving and so him. 21 years on from that I still remember it so vividly.
On another occasion, about three months after my sister died, I was about to get out of my car to go in to visit my great niece and her family (my sister's granddaughter and great grandchildren) when my phone pinged with a message. Across the top of the screen was my sister's number. No message, just that, but wow!
I also sometimes, just as I'm dropping off to sleep, have visitations from people who I assume have recently died (not people I have known). One was particularly vivid. He was a young lad of maybe 19 or 20, a mop of curly hair and with freckles across his nose. "You know, I didn't want to die. I really really didn't want to die. But now I have, it's wonderful!" is what he said. It was such a vivid visitation that I couldn't forget it and often thought of him. Then a few years later I saw his photo! The lady I was with said he was her husband's young cousin who had committed suicide a few years ago (about the time of my visitation). His mother could never believe that he would have done that and always wondered if it was some sort of experiment that had gone wrong. My friend told her what I had told her, and I really hope it gave her a little comfort.
I'm sorry, this is maybe a little long, but it's good to get a chance to share these experiences.