A Ghostly Tapping

A spirit came to call last night. I went to a funeral on Wednesday- the mother of my best friend. When I got home I decided, upon seeing the memory lamp I received when my father passed away in 2011, to order a similar lamp for my friend, and one for her daughter who is my goddaughter. I did that- so I still had my Dad and her mother on my mind on Thursday. I sent my friend a message on Thursday evening to let her know that two packages were being shipped to her house on Friday as there have been thefts of packages from neighbors' homes in her neighborhood in another state recently. Kelly and I went to a NaNo write-in for about two hours then came home. She was done writing for the night, I continued on. At 10:00PM I was sitting at the kitchen table with my back to the dining room and the double window there facing the deck. Suddenly there was three quick raps on the window, a pause then three additional raps, like a knuckle rapping on the glass. My husband heard it in the living room. I spun around and could see out the window because the kitchen light shines out onto the deck. No one was there. Our two cats were instantly flipping out in the dining room and both jumped onto a box on a stool I had set up for them at the window so they can bird watch. They were looking out the window and all around, kind of bug-eyed.(They say animals are sensitive to spirits and they appeared to be watching something I could not see.) By then I had the exterior light on and had verified that there was absolutely nothing on the deck. It was raining steadily but there was no wind. There is nothing hanging near the window outside. One minute later my phone chimed to let me know I had a message. It was my friend letting me know that she had received my message about the packages. Our spirit caller rapping at the window had to have been either my Dad, because I had been thinking about him, or my friend's mother who'd come to say goodbye along her journey into whatever lies beyond this life. I think it was her because at her funeral I had had an odd experience...I was sort of transfixed in front of her casket having a conversation with her in my mind. I couldn't move away. The funeral home director had to sort of nudge me out of his way so he could get us reciting the Lord's Prayer and then get everyone moving out to their cars. He interrupted me in my mental conversation with and my saying goodbye to the woman who had been my other mother through 40 years of life. Maybe she was aware of this and came to rap on my window as a sign. My own mother had rung the three-sided bell that hangs high above my kitchen sink to send me a sign shortly after her passing, and she had also tossed a Hallmark ornament box at me as we'd sat down to dinner at my house with Dad a month and a half after her passing. The box flew out from behind a set of stacking boxes on the huntboard behind my chair and landed on the floor between my seat and Dad's seat at the head of the table- the theme of the ornament? Baking cookies at Gramma's house- a favorite activity of my Mom's and my daughter's. Kelly was 9 years old the year Mom died. This sort of thing has happened all throughout my life- I didn't really get scared with the rapping, just a little startled and then frankly, curious. I even looked for marks on the exterior of the window from a ghostly knuckle this morning. There were a few places that might have been knuckle marks...but who knows. One last thought- it reminded me of Poe's The Raven with the rapping and tapping at his chamber door. Maybe he'd had a spirit caller, too?