One day, I was outside with my husband watching him build a pond. I was just standing there when all the sudden I felt like someone in the family was going to die. I told my husband about the feeling I had just had. He didn't read to much into it, but it kept coming to my mind.
Within a week, our youngest son was stung by a wasp, and had a severe allergic reaction. We took him to the hospital where they gave him steroids to stop his allergic reaction, but they weren't working. So they gave him more medication to help him. He finally reacted to the medications and was doing good.
They released him with prescriptions we had to have filled. Once we were home, we were supposed to keep him calm and keep an eye on him to be sure he had no more reactions. He did pretty good through the night. I sat up with him all night.
The next morning he seemed to be feeling well, but started breaking out with little red blotches that started getting bigger, so we took him to the hospital again.
They treated him and sent him home. Within a short period of time he started have reactions again, so back to the hospital we went. They treated him and sent him home again, but before we even got home he started getting the red blotches again.
We went to my husbands mothers and called the hospital, they told us to get him back to the hospital. They admitted him to the hospital, finally. The doctors were concerned that the meds weren't lasting, so they kept a very close eye on him. Because of the feeling I had a week or so before, we were very concerned that our son would not make it.
During his stay in the hospital my husband would go home at night and I would stay with our son. One night my husband came back up to the hospital during the middle of the night very upset. What had happened was he went home as usual to take care of our other boys and feed the animals. When he went to feed our family dog, he found him dead.
It was a great loss to us and especially to our young son who could have died from the severe allergic reactions he had, but within a day or two our son was released from the hospital. I am eternally grateful that we still have our son, but the loss of our family pet was very hard. I assume that was what my feeling was about.
So in actuality we did have a death in the family.