My son Richard, who had an intense interest in the psychic world, died of a massive stroke on April 3, 1985, and was buried one week later. Normally this ends the story of a dead person.
But this story really starts twenty later on the evening of December 3, 1986. Frank Brown (pseudonym), a friend and childhood playmate of my son’s called from Downey, California, to say he was planning to visit a relative near El Paso, Texas, and wondered if he I could visit me as well. He said he had gotten my phone number from Richard- in the month of December 1985!
I said that was impossible, that Richard had died almost two years earlier. Frank insisted he met Richard in Downey in December 1985 and they went to a small cafe.
They talked for about an hour, during which Richard gave Frank accurate information about me, my phone number, and Richard’s last address. Frank was certain about the date of the meeting.
I checked the address that Richard had given Frank. It was the same as the last one I had for Richard before he died; the Phone number he used there was also accurate. Frank didn’t know Richard was dead until I told him so.