My mother was gravely ill in the ICU, but the doctors kept assuring us "we expect her to make a full recovery." From where my brother & I sat side by side every day, I could see out to the doctors/nurses station. One day I saw a staff member who I thought looked like my cousin's best friend, Kathy N., from many, many years ago. I had not seen Kathy N. For about 30 years. I pointed out the staffer (in a white coat) to my brother and said, "Do you think she looks like (cousin's) friend Kathy?" He said maybe a little bit. I said, "Do you think it could be Kathy?" He said he doubted it, and wouldn't Kathy be a lot older than that by now? I said probably.
Over the next few days, every time I saw this woman in the nurses' station I would think how much she reminded me of Kathy. It's as if I was obsessed with it. Then one day I saw this woman up close, and realized she really didn't look like Kathy N. At all.
A few days later, my mom died. She and I were very close & obviously I was devastated. I won't get into all that, though. As we were making funeral arrangements, my dad called a former co-worker who now has a flower shop to make an appointment for us to go in and order the flowers. When we walked into the front room, my dad's co-worker greeted us and was offering her condolences. I could see into the back room where a worker was arranging flowers. Oh my God, I thought: It's Kathy N. I thought I must be losing my mind. Why was I seeing Kathy N. Everywhere? Again, keep in mind I had not seen her in about 30 years.
Needless to say, I was very distracted while we were selecting the flowers. I kept turning my head to see into the back room and occasionally I would catch the flower arranger looking back at me. When we had finished up, I couldn't stand it any longer and asked my Dad's co-worker, "Is that Kathy N. Back there?" She said yes, it was, and that Kathy had mentioned she knew our family; then she called Kathy out and she hugged us all and offered her condolences.
I was just so stunned I couldn't say anything. When we left my brother was in shock. Everyone else I have told the story to has been agog. I don't know what to think. Did I see into the future? Or was it a huge coincidence? I should add that when I was younger, I had a number of clairvoyant & psychic incidents, and so did my mom. But after being really freaked out by some of the things that happened, I think I suppressed those psychic abilities to a large extent.