Updated: Oct 27
A couple of weeks after my dad died, my brother, mother and I were doing some clean out. I was in the attic handing boxes and books down to my brother, and Mom was sorting items at the bottom of the ladder. I heard a bell ring once. I didn't recognize the sound and couldn’t tell where it came from. They called up to me, 'What was that bell?' It sounded to them like it came from the attic. We couldn't figure it out.
Later I realized: that particular bell was the one she had put next to dad's recliner after he lost his mobility, so that he could call for help if he needed it. He refused to ever use it. A few days later, I was cleaning around his recliner and the bell was there, on the floor, hidden from view.