My experience happened when I was pregnant with my first daughter around January of 2000. It all happened when I was riding in the car with one of my brothers. I was so tired with the pregnancy and I just wanted to relax so I decided to close my eyes for a few minutes, but as soon as I closed my eyes I clearly saw my father laying on the floor in a pool of what seemed to be blood and a bottle in his hand. The bottle did not seem to be a bottle of beer or any type of alcohol but of something not good. I saw my father dead.
I was so shaken up that I immediately opened my eyes, got a hold of the cell phone and called my mother asking her to call my father to see if he was okay. She called he was fine, so I forgot about what I had seen. A year went by and during that year my father had been diagnosed with cancer in his colon and he had suffered from tetanus, since he had cut himself with a machete that had rust on it (he was living in Belize). He was in the hospital for around 3 weeks he was even pronounced dead by the doctors, just to find him alive in the morgue when my sister went to claim the body 3 days after.
Everyone was surprised to even find out that he was trying to repent from all the evil things he had done (he was a devil worshiper) he asked for forgiveness from all the people he had harmed, and even tried to start going to church. A month after my daughters first birthday I got the phone call, my father was dead, nobody wanted to tell me how it happened, until a day after my mother told me that he had DRANK POISON, he took it around 4 am and he passed away at 7.35 pm. He agonized all day.
The doctors claimed that he was supposed to have died around 20 minutes after taking the poison. They were surprised that he lived all that time. No one could understand how his body was able to live for so long. On his deathbed he confessed to one of my brothers that he was not going to die, but to go on a mission since he had tried to change his ways. His other confession that stunned everyone was that he had sold his soul to the devil and that he was sorry. Those were his last words. He was gone. Finally I understood what I had seen that day, I had seen my father's death.