A week or two after my spouses death I wanted her presence desperately, which is probably not uncommon. So focused on once again being able to see the face and feel the presence.
This was granted, but at a cost. One of the arms was only a set of human length blocks, the same for the opposite leg.
Could feel all that was lost and the travail of appearing before me.
Seeing and feeling that was more than enough to make sure no further disturbances were to trouble where they were or what they were going through. A lesson had been learned and life was mine to deal with.
Now and again that wonderful presence is felt, sometimes just seeing something that would elicit a laugh or a delight.
The image is gone but not the occasional sense of them.