wen my dad died, it was an understatement to say dat i was heartbroken. cge ra kog hilak, cgeg gakos sa iyang clothes nya hilak na pud. i was wid him wen he died. jus rt after nabugtu-an sya, i whispered to him, ky they said na the sense of hearing goes down last. i told him to keep his promise. u see, wen he was alive, we used to joke dat wen he dies, kalagon daw mi niya, kuhiton, etc., to think na sya raba talawan kaau aning mga multoČ. d bottomline was, he wld still be around daw, magparamdam jd daw sya.
d night after he was buried, g continue namo ang prayers for d dead sa amo haus. i was praying absentmindedly, staring out d window, wen i saw Papa pass. it took me mga 10 secs cguro to realize na it was a ghost. dat snapped me of my reverie. i looked at my bro, he had the same look on his face. he was like, 'did u see who just passed?'. dat was the beginning. drawers/cabinets were opened, like naay nangukay ug clothes or nag ilis, someone walking sa 2nd floor even if kaming tanan naa sa ubos, things like dat. he wld visit us in dreams too. i remember wen i was starting on a new job, i had a dream. in my dream morning na, 545am, n he was shaking me to wake up ky basin ma late daw ko. nakamata jud ko, n wen i saw d clock, it was exactly 545am. even until now, kng d gane mi makavisit sa menteryo for like months, magpadamgo dayun sya, reminding us dat we promised wen he was stil alive dat we wil visit him often wen he dies.
daghan pa instances na nagparamdam sya. my point is, the dead are not gone, only out of sight [for most of us].