posted on Aug, 3 2011 @ 02:24 AM
At the same exact time my Father died a few years ago I was sitting 30km away learning arabic, the word that popped up on the computer and I was
reciting was Father "alif" from memory, I was saying the word in arabic back to the computer programme, when the phone rang.
Earlier I had a bad feeling and rang my Parents number to ask my Dad a question as I had a bad feeling about a rego number of a carhe owned(long
story) the phone rang out...my died was dying alone at this time , just out of sight of my mother .
When I rushed to the scene of my Dads death the Police were there and the ambulance zipping him up into the body bag( the body couldn't be moved for
awhile ) I asked them to unzip the body so I could say goodbye, I touched him on the shoulder and said " bye Dad".
He died as I was saying the arabic word for Father.
I had tried to ring him probably as he was dying from a massive stroke.
The coincidence is staggering , I still drive the car he owned his fist mark is in the side of the car , where he fell as he died.
There was clumps of grass everywhere, I believe whilst I was ringing he was still alive.
Its so bloody sad.
But we have to believe we will see them again, we have to.