My dad passed away suddenly in 2019. No signs, no long illness—just gone. For months afterward I kept expecting to see him walk through the door or hear him humming in the kitchen the way he always did. One night, about two months after he died, I was doing laundry in the hallway and heard someone call my name from my bedroom. It was exactly my dad’s voice. Not similar, not close—his voice. Same tone, same rhythm. It was so normal-sounding that I actually answered, “Yeah?” without thinking. And then I froze. There was no one in the room. No TV on. No open windows. No possible source. I didn’t tell anyone for a few days because I genuinely thought I was losing it. But when I finally mentioned it to my mom, she went quiet. Then she told me she had heard him say her name in the kitchen a few nights earlier. We’re not the type to jump to supernatural explanations. But there was something so calm, so normal about the sound—like he was still around, just doing what he always did: checking on us. Even if it was just our minds trying to comfort us… I’m glad it happened. #DidThatHappen