Since a very young age I have know that some of my dreams either come true, or can convey a message of some sort. Although I don't consider this to be an ability, it is always interesting when some event I dreamt about happens in real life.
At some point, I decided that it would be a good idea to record my dreams in a journal as soon as I woke up in the morning and before forgetting about my nightly adventures. I do it the old fashion way, and I have filled several notebooks that now are piled up in a corner of my closet.
Now, a little background to my experience.
By cultural reasons, it is impossible for me to call my mother-in-law "Mom", this problem was solved once my children were born and I had a reason for calling her "Grandma", so, that's the way I'll refer to her in this story.
Grandma was a very independent and healthy woman living on her own until she turn 90 years old, after that, she went to live in a nursing home in a community about 350 km away from the place I live in. Over the following years, Grandma's health began deteriorating and it was obvious that her end was approaching.
Though we used to visit her regularly, the distance was always something to consider in case of an emergency and I had come to terms with the idea that, every visit could be the last time I saw her alive.
The following is the entry to my journal dated October 10th, 2017.
"I went to visit Grandma. I'm surprised to see the many stairs in the building considering that, given their old age, most of the residents have mobility problems. Nevertheless, Grandma looks in great shape and has no problems going up and down all those stairs.
I walk with her to her room and help her to get into bed, once she is asleep I kiss her on the forehead and leave the room.
Then I walk to the lobby and spend some time socializing with some other people. When I'm getting ready to go home I see B (my husband), and G (brother-in-law) walking hurriedly towards the front desk. They look worried. A nurse leads them towards their mother's room.
I try to reach them but my legs are as heavy as lead. I'm afraid that the worst has happened and reflect on the fact that I was with Grandma just a moment ago and, perhaps, that was our last goodbye.
After a great effort, I get to the front desk and they tell me that Grandma fell down and broke a hip."
Grandma passed away in her sleep in October 11th, 2017 at age 95. My brother-in-law was at her side.
Do you consider this a precognitive dream or do you think Grandma came to say goodbye?
Thanks for reading.