Hi Paul, I have seen and conversed with many spirits but I think you will find this one encounter quite fascinating. When I was a young child, alone in my room I saw my grandfather sitting at the edge of my bed. He had died some years previously and my father was missing him a great deal. My grandfather spoke to me briefly and then recited a poem about the war which at my tender years I did not fully understand. The following morning I told my father about this visit and recited the first 2 lines of the poem. My father then completed the poem word for word as I had heard it the night berfore. It turns out that my grandfather used to say this poem to my father when he was a child to comfort him. I was a very young girl and had never heard this poem before and I can't remember the words now! I believe this was my grandfather bringing comfort once again to my grieving father.