posted on Dec, 25 2004 @ 05:24 PM
My maternal grandmother died right before Thanksgiving, on November 21, 1999. She was buried the day before Thanksgiving.
My dad's mother died on Father's Day 1987. My mother's father died right around Mother's Day, May 9, 1996. Now how's THAT one?
Lots of times people can sense when they're going to die. The day my dad died, July 23, 2000, my husband and I were getting ready to head back to
Ohio (he lived in Detroit). My dad kept urging my mother to go ahead and go to the laundramat, since they were waiting for a new washer. He was
adamant about it too, and we decided to wait until she came back before we left for home.
Not an hour later he collapsed and I wound up calling 911. I guess he didn't want her to see him die. My sister was on an AA picnic and we already
knew she'd be absolutely devastated. My dad had been able to tell me things about his condition he'd never tell my sister because she couldn't
handle it. I guess he somehow knew that my husband and I would be able to handle it and would know what to do. Let me tell you, I was on autopilot