All three of these short stories happened within the last decade of my life but they have always been very confusing and questionable for me, and they are the 3 times I had accurately predicted deaths in my family with little to no expectation to them actually happening. If that makes any sense.
I'm going to start in order. My dad passed away when I was in 5th grade, around 10 years old. It was very sudden and shocking, no one really expected it. I was staying at my grandparents house for the week because they live an hour away from my home so I would visit them for longish periods of time. I remember the day before anything happened my dad called my grandma and wanted to talk to me. I don't remember the conversation word for word, but I remember it was basically him telling me he loves me, to be safe and that was pretty much the jist of it. It was just a bit odd because my dad never really did things like that, he wasn't very open emotionally. At the time I didn't think much of it, but "i love you" ended up being the last words to my father which I am very grateful for. Fast forward the day after, it was late-ish at night when my grandma's phone rang. She told me to answer it for her which was also odd because I never did that for her ever (I was a very quiet shy kid, I still am). Anyways, I did and it was my mom crying into the phone. I quickly gave the phone over to my grandma. It turned out my dad was in the hospital, no one would tell me why though due to my age. I went to bed that night not knowing anything, but I distinctly remember laying in bed, 100% sure my dad had died. I just knew. I don't know how to describe it or anything, but I just felt like he definitely died. I was sure of it. The next morning I went home, and everyone told me the news but I wasn't even shocked because I knew he didn't make it. He had died of a brain aneurysm, on new years day. Could have just been coincidental, but my next two stories make me question that.
The next story happened around begining of freshman year for me, I was 14 and it was fall. From 5-9th grade, after my dad's passing my mom pretty much fell apart. She became heavily addicted to alcohol, and also was on Oxycontin and heroin when she couldn't get Oxy. It was just a normal thing, the whole family knew about it and no one could do much. Ever since my dad died my mom was in and out of the hospital constantly. It had to of been at least 20 visits. She would drink too much or overdose or anything and end up there. It got to the point where when my oldest brother (I lived with him since my mom was unable to care for me) told me she was back in the hospital I wouldn't blink an eye or even worry because I knew she would be back home the next day. But one particular time my brother picked her up from the hospital, I was in the back seat and he took her to an ATM to take money out. She stepped out of the car and I looked at my brother and just said "She's going to die soon" and he yelled at me and told me not to say things like that. Like my dad, I strongly felt inside me that my mom was going to die very soon. Maybe a week later, my mom was in the hospital again. My brother told me, and as usual I didn't care too much. It might sound messed up but it was a tough situation. But days past, and she was still there. Things were bad with her liver and kidneys from drinking, and her stomach. A week had passed, and I was worried that my prediction was going to be true. Then, my mom's doctor called my brother. They did dialysis on her and said she was going to be fine but needed to recover still. I was relieved, but later that same day my brother got a different call from the doctor. The dialysis had worked, but they had my mom induced in a coma for so long that she began to have seizures, and one of the seizures left her practically braindead. Her body still worked, but with no brain signals and only a machine keeping her breathing, my brother had no choice but to pull the plug. She had no chance of coming back, and 2 weeks after I had originally predicted her to die, she died.
The final story is the most recent. It happened about 2 years ago. One of My brother had gotten married, and his wife was pregnant. From the moment I heard that she was pregnant I knew it wasn't going to happen. The best way I could describe it was I couldn't feel or sense a future for the unborn baby. I just knew it wasn't going to work out. My oldest brother (not the one whose wife was pregnant) told me the news, I looked him dead in the eye and told him that the baby wasn't going to make it. He just looked weirded out and walked out of the room. I would say not even a week later, she miscarried.
I don't know if these stories mean anything, or if they are just odd coincidences, but I felt like sharing them. Does this mean anything?