Oh yes,a simple greeting.
Nothing secret about it.
I was standing in my daughter's garden,mind drifting.
This was two weeks before his funeral.

I heard clearly his voice speak to the right of me,above me and directly into my right ear.

He spoke to me using my nickname which is private.
I received a very clear 'Hey,P****'.

That came through twice. Ken was 6ft tall so he must have had to stoop a little as I am small in height.

The voice had a southern accent with a slight inflection of Aussie in it.
He spent time in Australia many years ago.

My second proof is showing his sense of humour.
I received a message from him through a medium friend.
All I was given was 'You will see him on Saturday'.
Wait for it!
This was not long after his funeral and I was still waiting to hear from the funeral home about collecting his ashes.
The call came on the Saturday morning and down I went to pick them up.
Saturday evening I had the awful job of sorting and packing ashes to send to different relatives who were very close to him.
Some to Australia too.

The penny dropped! The message came back to me.
'You will see him on Saturday night'.

I laughed my head off.

Plus I have a photo taken off the flag covering his coffin.
The Standard Bearer is holding the flag up at half mast as the coffin entered the Crem. It's drapes fall straight down.
My granddaughter took the photo with her mobile.
Brought it down to show me. Out of three photos she had taken,one was blurred.
Slightly blurred. This could have been as she tried to take the photo close up.
But smack bang in the middle of the flag,across the upper white line of the Union Jack was the upper half of his face.
Eyes looked half closed.
But I know his face.

Unfortunately,I put this photo on a couple of sites and shrunk it to fit the requirements for the site.
Bad decision. Daughter has managed to bring it up again slightly.
The face can still be seen but not as clearly as before.

Since then I have dreamed many Lucid dreams where he is by my side.
Most dreams were 'meeting' relatives and friends who have passed over since Ken's death.
He is always with me in these dreams.
Alas,I don't receive many messages from him now but I know he is there with me.

Joan (deepsea)