holy moly, Twilite. The part about your Dad and the dog reminds me of two kind of similar incidents...
I was 16 when my grandfather passed away. I was working at a local restaurant that night and was carrying a bunch of dishes across the kitchen when for some starnge reason I just slipped... on a totally dry floor, and hit my head bad enough for an incident report to be filled out. Anyways, the next day I get the news about my grandfather, and the time he passed away was within 5 minutes of my fall... still makes me wonder to this day...
When my great grandfather on my mom's side died... My mom woke up in the middle of the night and saw him standing at the foot of her bed, just seconds before the phone started to ring to tell her that he passed.
Allright, now I've got the chills for a second day in a row.
