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When I was about ten and was playing across the street from my friend's house, I had a very strong emotionally overwhelming sense of peace accompanied by the knowledge that my uncle had died. He was young and I had no idea he was ill (he had aids and my family concealed that, some of them still insist that he had cancer)and I barely knew him as he lived quite a ways away. I only met him once that I recall, but know he visited once when I was an infant. When my friend and I got back to her house my Dad called her Mom and asked if I could stay over another night because his brother had just died he wanted a little time alone.
I knew when my maternal Grandmother and fraternal Grandfather had died as well, but those weren't surprises really, as both had been comatose for several days previous.
I've never really experienced a "ghost" or felt the presence of a lost family member, but I've known when they died.
I was wrong once, though. I woke up one day this summer with the horrible feeling that something was very deeply wrong with my ninety year old Grandmother. I tried calling her all day (she lives in another state) but couldn't reach her. I couldn't reach my aunt, who lives in the same city. When I finally did reach her I found out she's had a melamoma removed that day, and that she hadn't told anyone except one of my Aunts, because she didn't want anyone to worry about her.
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