First I would like to say that I am not a very emotional person when it comes to general life occurrences. I try to say optimistic and upbeat over any type of situation encountered. I also feel that as a parent, I need to be a strong role model for my children and teach them to approach life with responsibility.
But the day I had four months ago goes against all this. Friday morning we got out of bed a little later than usual, but the children were on Christmas break so we had slept in. My oldest son had an appointment at noon so after everyone got themselves together, we headed out. It had been raining for the last few hours, so the roads were quite wet with water standing.
However, I still insisted that my son could drive us to the appointment. When we started to leave, he asked if we could go get something to eat, which was not unusual. But, I firmly said "no we need to go home - we will drop by the grocery and get something there to take home..." The store was on the way home so we stopped and went in.
After entering the store I started feeling a little anxious - but thought nothing of it. When we turned to go down the first aisle, the feelings got stronger and mixed with dread, doom, anger and guilt. I walked slower and slower - not really knowing what the problem was, all I knew was something was happening to me.
By the end of the aisle I could literally feel large tears fill my eyes and they wouldn't stop. I told them we needed to hurry and leave so we quickly went through the rest of the store while I grabbed items off the shelf throwing them into the cart without stopping. When we checked out, I could barely count my money out, I was shaky, visibly upset - just a mess.
When we go to the car, I burst into a full blown bawling cry - literally sobbing my eyes out and begged just to go home. (they thought I had went nuts) After we arrived back at the house I had time to change my clothes when the phone rung. It was my sister in law frantic - telling me that they thought my brother in law was dead in bed at his house. I rushed to his house (I don't remember the last time I went to his house as his wife and I did not really get along) went STRAIGHT to the bedroom with no direction and started CPR until EMT arrived. Regretfully, he did not make it - massive heart attack. The oddest thing is my receipt from the grocery had 2:49 when I checked out, and his daughter knew he was snoring at 2:30. I don't see it being coincidence, as that is just not me.
Premonition? I don't know... paranormal? I don't know - Had anyone else out there had experiences like this?.