[chilepepper]

My mom died about 18 years ago after a long bout with cancer.

I was on my way to catch a plane to go see her for the last time, and was listening to some Eric Clapton, when I had an uncontrollable urge to stop and had a really empty, sad feeling which i cannot begin to describe. When I got to the airport I called home and discovered she had died just about the time I had stopped...

[Hildy]

I've got a better one than that...I had a Grandmother (My dad's mother) in a Nursing home in Boston. We weren't close at all. Probably had seen her a dozen times in my life. About 10 years ago I was living in San Diego, I had a very strange dream about her. It was so moving to me, that I called my father, who was living in New York at the time and told him I would very much like to go and visit her. He was happy to hear that. He told me to go ahead and make my plane reservations and he'd meet me there. I hung up from him, and immediately called my travel agent. While I was on the phone with my travel agent, I had a call waiting. It was my Father. He told me he just received a call that my Grandmother had passed away the night before.