Hope so, Cal, sometimes you wish you could just reach out and touch them, don't you.
Funny thing, my old Mother was the one who 'knew things' and 'saw things' and was so fantastic with animals. Animals would be somehow drawn to her, and yet I have only felt her near just once a few days back. She didn't speak, but her dear sad eyes and her saggy smile (she had no teeth towards the end) just came into my mind for no reason at all it seemed.
I've heard father before, always, 'my little gel' I loved the warmth he used to put into those words.
If you would like to see pictures of Mother and father, I have two that I have put onthe Our Ancestors thread just a couple of days back. They are christening photos, a generation apart and taken withthe same camera, an old Brownie.