I can't speak about my kids but...

My father die several years ago. When I was at the hopital for my son's birth I thought I saw my Dad's face before me. OK, I was on medication, so who knows? But I felt like he was there in a way and that was nice.

I went back to my home state to visit some friends. While driving by my parents old home, The father and daughter dance song from my wedding came on the radio. It was: You are the wind beneath my wings.

Anything could be possible