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Your story reminded me of something. My mothers uncle passed away a couple of years ago. I don't remember what was wrong with him, maybe a stroke, because he was pretty non-responsive and hardly spoke. His wife and kids were in his bedroom, because they knew it was just a matter of time before he passed on. Out of the blue he sits bolt upright, smiles, and puts his arms out towards the ceiling like you would if you were going to hug someone. Then he stops smiling and lays back down. His daughter ran over to him and asked if he was okay. He looked at her and clear as day and- very annoyed- said, "No I'm not okay! Ernie was here and he said I couldn't go because it's not time yet!" Ernie was his brother who had died several years before. He died the next day.

Two days before my mom passed, I awoke to her saying "Goodbye...goodbye." I asked her who she was talking to. She said the ship was sailing and she couldn't get on yet.