Cool thing happened to me today. I was at my hairdresser's and was telling her about my dad's death. After a couple of minutes of chat, she said to me, "Okay, Twinkletoes...come over here and let's wash your hair."
"Why did you call me that?" I asked.
"It just popped into my head," she said.
I told her, "That's what my dad always used to call me...because when I was a little girl, I used to walk on my toes and wanted to be a ballerina."
I think it was just my dad letting me know that he heard me talking about him and he's listening!
How cool is that?