A few years ago, a co-worker of mine died when he was hit by a car. For a long time it seemed to some of us that he was still working in our store. We could still feel him and we caught glimpses of him as if he were disappearing around corners in his usual places. It was beginning to wear us out. Some of us thought that this was a normal part of the grieving process but to me it felt like he had been knocked out of his body so suddenly that he didn't know that he was dead.
We did many of the things that grieving people do, like making alters and telling stories and whatnot and we also invited his parents to come and have dinner with us at the store. When they came, there was a gathering in our lounge that had an alter with his picture on it that happened to have been taken by me. It was also a special place for the two of us because it was next to the kitchen and on Sundays he would cook lunch while I worked on the floor and I would cook dinner while he worked on the floor, so we cooked for each other. We also coordinated our menus and spent much enjoyable time talking about food.
On the particular Sunday that his parents came to visit I made dinner while people gathered in the lounge and there were so many people that I literally couldn't get in the door to meet them. So instead I stood on my toes and just took a peek at things. While I was looking at his picture he communicated with me very directly and telepathically. "Something is wrong..." he said "Why are my parents here? Something is wrong..." I heard it very clearly inside my head over and over until I realized he was expecting a response from me personally. Without really thinking about it I looked straight into his eyes in the picture and said to him "It's because you're dead..." He left immediately (and without even saying goodbye) and all of us who were sensitive to that sort of thing felt a bit better and stopped seeing and feeling him as if he were still there.