The night my Grandfather died, I woke up and found myself talking on the phone, to my grandfather. I was unaware he had died yet, or how I got out of bed to answer the phone. When I became aware that I was talking to my grandfather, no idea of what he had said, then my mother ‘s voice startled me asking why I had picked up the phone when it hadn’t even rang yet. She was calling from the hospital to tell us he had died, of a ruptured aorta. I was 14 or so at the time, and he was a fine gentleman of German birth, had immigrated here after WW1 started a electric motor and dynamo shop, then retired to farm organically. I helped him in the garden a lot and loved him.
I had a quite similar experience the night my dad passed away. I was at home, sleeping on the couch after leaving his bedside at 2:00 a.m. to get home to finish some work for a client before the inevitable. At 5:21 I was awakened by what I can only term a wave of energy that went through the house. It also woke my wife, son and 2 dogs. I got up, walked to the kitchen and had my hand on the receiver 4 or 5 seconds before the phone rang with my brother calling to tell me my dad had passed.