I had been working with her for about a year, when my office-mates husband, whom I had never met, was diagnosed with cancer of the liver. He was in the hospital for a surgical procedure and some chemotherapy and had been there for about two weeks. He seemed to be doing exceptionally well, and she was overjoyed that he would be coming home the next day. She and their son visited with him until 8:00 p.m. and then went home to get some cleaning and cooking done – he loved sweets.
That same night I was laying in bed reading and fell asleep with the book in my hands and the lights on and suddenly I was in Bill’s hospital room talking with him. Three other people came in to visit him and they didn’t seem to see me, but they had brought him a plant in a planter shaped like a pipe. After these three people left, Bill said he was going to leave now. I woke up with a start and looked at the clock and it was 10:23 and I knew with a certainty that he had died. I found out later that he was pronounced dead at 10:30 p.m.
When she returned to work, his widow told me that she knew that he had had company after she left him and she wished that she knew who it was. She wanted to know what his last words had been. I asked her how she knew that he had had company and she reached in her desk drawer and pulled out that planter shaped like a pipe. I almost fainted. I never said one word, for two reasons: 1) she would have thought I was nuts; and 2) I didn’t know who the three people where and I figured they would come forward – but they never did.
Reading your story makes me wonder if you described the three people to your office-mate if she would recognize any of the three. Maybe if enough time has passed and you tell her, she won't think you're nuts!