My GM passed suddenly, no time for "hugs and goodby". At the grave, with preachers talking, we heard a whispering sound of wind that started softly and when at the gravesite became louder. It had rained and raindrops were still on the tree branches. With no "other" wind blowing, the tree over her grave shook softly and raindrops fell down on her casket. The smell of the perfume she wore and the Cherry blend tobacco she smoked in her pipe was very strong. It felt like the we were being hugged, and so peaceful and calming. We put our arms out as though we were hugging her. The wind blew the family members hair and clothng, but no one else. We heard the sound go up the hill and stop.
Needless to say several people left before the service was over, even the preacher cut his sermon short. But I know it was her saying goodby!! Loved her so much--Still see her, smell her sometimes.