I don't really feel comfortable saying whose death I predicted though some of you could most likely infer it. (In fact, I happen to believe that some of you probably predicted it as well simply because of how strongly and widely he impacted us all in his death.) Still, out of respect I will be keeping his name out of it.
For months, he would pop up in my mind. I didn't think anything of it. I had predicted one death previously though it was fresh in my mind at the time, but that had been through contact. I'd hugged the person goodbye and had known it would be the last time I would see them. But this actor would pop up in my mind and I would always wonder where he was from. I thought he was from my state. (Spoiler alert, he wasn't.) But I would always be stuck trying to figure out if that was him or if I was confused, and I would always forget to look it up later. This frustration caused me to voice my question. I asked family and friends whenever it came to mind. This gave me some proof once it happened.
I also had a huge internal crisis about the method of how he passed away the week of his passing. I never dreamed that the repetition of him in my mind and this internal debate could be connected. He passed away and the world went mad. We all knew when it happened. I came downstairs and told my parents, who didn't believe me. My brother came upstairs and said his gaming friends had told him. My online friends were freaking out. My Grandmother called the house to tell us! Everyone knew.
I didn't feel as guilty as I did for my uncle's death. I'd known, in a way, but not in a million years would I have put two and two together like that. And if I had known explicitly, how could I have contacted him or his family? I wouldn't have been able to. It would've been useless. Many people I know cried over him, but I found that I felt unworthy of it. I'd appreciated his work and the joy he brought, but I hadn't been the hardcore fans they were, (even though I enjoyed his contributions to the industry greatly) and I hadn't known him personally. I wish I had, as many do, but I didn't. So it didn't feel right to cry over him.
I'm usually pretty emotional with deaths so this was unusual. The most I cried was because this made me have what I call a "guilt relapse" about my first death prediction.
I'm troubled that our world is no longer graced with such a wonderful human being who brought so many such joy.
I'm grateful that a few close friends now know I have some sort of psychic ability and still accept me for me.
I wish he could have lived a long and happy life, but I hope he is at peace.