In 1997, my great-aunt got very ill. I was 17 at the time. She lived a mere 300 hundred meters away through my local housing estate with my gran and grandad.
I went over to visit when she first got poorly, but found I couldn't go and see her when she was near the end which, to this day, I hold deep regret. Having never experienced a death in the family before I used excuses and distractions so I didn't have to deal with it. On her last night my mum and dad stayed over with my grandparents and the nurse and they expected she would probably pass that night.
I was alone in my house and sat on the chair in the dining room/kitchen. I was upset and crying when suddenly I heard my great-aunt's voice say my name very clearly. I truly believe that she sounded sad and this is why I hold a lot of regret for not seeing her. When I heard her call my name I looked up puzzled and stopped crying. To this day I can remember her voice but I wasn't sure if I had imagined it or not. I noticed the microwave clock said 10.54pm. I stayed up for another few hours but fell asleep.
My mum told me the news of her passing the next morning and I decided to go to college as normal. After college I asked my mum about what I heard and she said that my aunt had died at 10.55pm.
It might of been one hell of a coincidence but I do hope it was some sort of connection that we had for each other as we were very close. She was a loving, kind generous lady which I had so much fondness for, maybe just as much as my parents.
I also had a dream about her about 2 years ago and she told me not to go down a particular country road (life path maybe). The dream was hazy but she looked really concerned for my welfare. I chose to listen.