My daughter was 4. We were at my old house I grew up in. My dad still living there. My mom died when I was 7. I was there in afternoon in kitchen my 4 year old playing in another room. I wanted to leave and went to find her. She looked up at me and said ok. She was upset I asked what was wrong and she said she was about to play with someone. I said who? She said my grandma. I went back in the room to look for a picture of her thinking she was seeing a picture of her. Nothing. I then asked her what she saw. She said she came out of nowhere and just wanted to spend time with her. My daughter said she was kind and happy.
I also named her after my mom. I dont know. My daughter is 20 now and she still remembers that day.