This happened in the ‘70s. One Sunday my brother drove my mother, then in her ‘50s, to visit me and my wife, a distance of some 50 miles house to house. When she arrived, I took one look her sitting in the car and saw that she was upset and disoriented. My wife took her into the house, and my brother stayed outside to tell me that during the drive she had been very chatty but had suddenly fallen mute and stayed like that for 10 or 15 minutes. She “came to” and told him this story.
During the drive she had suddenly felt herself rise out of her her body into the sky, and then float down to her mother’s room at the retirement home where she was then living (which, ironically, was only a few miles from my house). She then sat with her mother for what seemed hours, saying nothing, just being with her. And then she floated back up and then down into my brother’s car, which was when my brother said she “came to.”
Later that afternoon, my brother and mother left, we got a call from my uncle telling us that my grandmother had passed away shortly before.
Mother was the baby of her family, the last-born of six when my grandmother was in her 50s. They were extremely close through the years, and frankly, her “experience” of seeing her mother at the latter’s time of death makes perfect sense to me.
Incidentally, Mother was never able to fully articulate the story she had told my brother, only tiny pieces of it.