:-) Growing up, I heard family relate a similar event. One of my aunts was dieing and the family gathered around her. She began to speak with her deceased husband, her eyes focused on a spot in the corner of the room. She told him she was not leaving this world until she saw her son Danny, who was serving in WWII. The military were able to fly him home to be with his mother. After seeing Danny and reassuring herself that he was ok, she told her husband she was ready and soon passed away.
My grandmother, OTOH, spent the last week of her life in the hospital. While visiting with her one day, she looked towards the window and shouted: "No! Don't jump!" We all turned our gaze towards the window but there was no one there. She also pointed towards boxes that we could not see. However, the most extraordinary event, occurred as she prepared to pass. My daughter, at the time, was about 10 years old. She was with us in the hospital but amused herself by visiting with other patients as we sat at my grandmother's bedside. When evening arrived, I set off to find my daughter and bring her back to the room. As we approached the door, there was an invisible wall tat prevented me from entering the room. (not sure how else to describe this) An 'interior' voice said: "Get the baby out of here!" (My grandmother always referred to my daughter as "the baby"). In the room, I could see my uncle and aunt standing next to the bed and simply said I could not come into the room and was taking my daughter back to my grandmother's apartment. It was a 20 minute drive and as we came into the house, the phone rang. It was my uncle. He said I could not have even reached the parking lot before my grandmother passed. Essentially, she did not want her great granddaughter to be traumatized by witnessing her death.
Ironically, last month, it was just the opposite. My mother went into hospice and it was my daughter who was there, holding her hand, when mom passed. Just prior to this, I explained to my daughter that mom, though 'sleeping', could hear us and asked her to place the phone next to my mother's ear. After telling her how much I loved her and reading messages sent from cousins who live far away, my daughter decided to remain at mom's bedside. She would not relinquish mom's hand until the funeral director arrived.
Thank you for sharing your interesting story, NYer. : )