My brother has had a brain tumour since he was 17 years old, when he was 29 years old it started to grow, and we knew that time was short.
It was in 2006, the 20 of July about 6.00 am me and my mother woke up because of our fire alarm went off (My brother, had always told us, that we should get it up on the wall, but it was just laying on the floor) it was weird because there was no smoke, and the fire alarm was not out of battery, it was just ringing with no reason. My mother turned it off, and we got back to sleep. 3 hours later the phone rang, it was from the hospice. They said that we should come, because my brother might die soon, at that time he had been in a coma for two days.
My mother and me picked up my sister, and drove over to the hospice, to be with my brother for the last time...
At 9pm an alarm at the hospice went off, at the same time as my brother died. We just assumed that it was an alarm, which starts when the hearts stops beating,... Later the doctor told us that they don't have such an a alarm, and that it was the fire alarm at the hospice which went on...
Was it my brother's way to say goodbye? Or was it just a weird coincidence? I will never know...
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