From: llane@javelin.sim.es.com (Laura Lane)
Subject: death knowledge
Organization: Evans & Sutherland Computer Corporation
Date: Fri, 21 Aug 1992 21:29:18 GMT

Let's see if I can tell this without sounding "strange".  My father and I have
always been close and he used to tell me about the time his father died when
I was 2 yrs old. It went like this:

Dad and Mom moved to Calif. after they got married and periodically visited
their folks in N. Dakota the year in question they weren't going to be able
to visit for money reasons.  However my Dads father called my dad and asked
if they could please come for a visit and maybe they could go fishing since
grandfather missed my dad and fishing was their "hobby".  Dad says that he 
got a funny feeling inside during the call and said yes we all (sis,myself)
would come home for a visit.  During the next two weeks my grandfather went
out and bought a fishing boat and the morning we were to arrive went and got
fresh bait.  All this time my dad told his work (this can be verified, 
since he still works at the same company) that he was going home for his 
father's funeral.  When his work asked if he want leave right away dad said
no he had 2 weeks before his father would die (needless to say, it got a few
looks).  Anyway we drove to N. Dakota, walked into the house, grandpa was
lying on the couch, looked up, saw us and smiled, then he died.  Apparently
he had had some minor heart attacks a month before and went to the doctor.
He didn't tell anyone since he didn't want them to worry. The excitment of
our visit must have caused a major attack and he died right away.

The next time this happened was 17 yrs later, my grandmother went into the 
hospital for surgery on her hip, she came out just fine no problems. We had
to put her in a nursing home for recovery since she had to have medical 
supervision during her recovery and she was a large woman and her house had
a small doorway to the bathroom impossible to get her and the nurse in at the
same time.  We got a call 2 weeks after the surgery from the doctor saying 
that grandma had had a relapse and that she was just fine.  Dad called his
sister in N. Dakota to make sure the doctor wasn't glossing over the facts.
She said that grandma was fine and doing very well.  Dad still wasn't 
convinced and called the doctor back and asked if he should get the next
flight out of California to N. Dakota the doctor said that it wasn't 
necessary since she had recovered from the relapse and was doing great.
All this took place about 8:00 p.m. my father had my mother call the airlines
for the next available flight out and she was advised that it wouldn't be til
the next morning at 7:00 a.m. she didn't book it.  Dad said he go later on..
Mom went to bed around 11 p.m. she asked when I was going to go to bed I said
I wanted to finish painting a statue I was working on and would go later.  
After mom went off to bed dad looked at me and asked "what time do you think"?
He didn't say anything else just that, I said I thought it would come at 
at 12:05 and would happen at 12:02. I then asked what he thought he said the
same around 12:05.  My grandmother passed away at exactly 12:02 that morning
and my aunt called us at 12:05.  Grandma has suffered a "mild" heart attack
at 11:00 p.m. and the hospital called my aunt and she went down to see if
everything was okay.  By the time she got there grandma had suffered a 
massive coronary.

2nd time for me:

I had a friend who had lung cancer since she was 2 yrs old, she beat the odds 
and lived to be 20 yrs old.  Anyway as morbid kids we described how we wanted
the day of our funeral to be... you know one wanted stormy weather cold,
general a pretty gloomy day. I said I wanted a day with a bright blue sky
big fluffy clouds, it to be warm with a cool breeze blowing. The talk then
turned to if we believed in ghosts and if the dead could contact the living.
Tina (the friend with cancer) said jokingly that we would find out soon.  2
weeks later Tina had to go into the hosiptal for some tests.  Nothing she
hadn't had to do before, on Wednesday I was at work just going to lunch accross
the street when suddenly I felt like something was wrong with Tina and I had
to go to the hosptial to see her right now!!  Before I could get back inside
to ask for the rest of the day off something happened.  The day had been 
a hot Southern California muggy day.  The Santa Ana winds had been blowing in
the morning (these winds are usually hot) but and died down around 11 a.m.
it was now 2 p.m. The sky suddenly got very blue the clouds came in and a 
cool breeze blew accross my face and the breeze smelt fresh as the air back in
N. Dakota on my mom's fathers farm.  The next thing I knew I felt a light 
touch on my arm, I turned around there was no one there. As I walked into 
the building I got this tremdous feeling of freedom and great joy no sadness 
and no feeling of urgency.  As I walked upstairs to my desk within 5 mins I 
got a call from my other friend saying she was on her way to the hospital with
Tina's family she had just died about 5 mins ago and could I meet them there.
I was not the only one this happened to at Tina's mothers request at the wake
we all had to tell what we felt around the time Tina died.  Each of us 
experienced for a brief minute the kind of day we had described 2 weeks before.
BTW Tina's funeral was as she wanted it a bright sunny go to the beach day, 
the kind where everyone is happy and is laughing, there was humor durning and
after her cermony just the way she would have wanted it and we all felt her
pressence.  

So hopefully I didn't sound as if I was adding a few details to make the 
story sound better, which I didn't. Theses are only a few of the unexplained
happenings in my life.  Mom says I weird, scary and always asks me if I 
remember what I dreamt the night before cause she wants time to prepare herself
but that's another few stories.....

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