My Father was in the hospital for back pain. His condition got worse over a weeks time, and his health deteriorated quickly. I was the only one around to help my Mother with all of this, so I called my brother to fly in and help me with things. He got there, and just a few minutes later, the nurses asked us to step out so they could reposition my Dad for the night. We went out into the hall, and I filled my brother in on what had happened over the week. The nurse came out and told us we could go back in. When I got to the threshold of his room, I felt as if someone said to me “Get ready”. I didn’t really hear it as much as “feel” it . The 11 O’clock news was on in the room across the hall, and they were covering Richard Nixon’s funeral. As I stepped into my Dad’s room, I heard taps playing on the TV across the hall. Minutes later, my Dad died. It was probably a coincidence, but it was creepy and comforting at the same time. It’s almost as if I was being prepared for what I would face in the next few minutes.