The only thing that comes close was when my sister was in the last stage of cancer and I went home to help out. I was sleeping at Mom’s, but spent every day over at my sister’s house, taking care of her and her youngest daughter. One morning, I suddenly woke up at 4am and hightailed it over to the sister’s house. Her body was still warm, but she was gone. Two hours later, my niece woke up, and I had to break the news to her. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I am just thankful that someone was there instead of her having to discover it on her own.
I don’t put any stock in this incident, but my other sister does. She has said on more than one occasion that I have some psychic ability because whenever I call her, she had just been thinking about me.