In 1992 I felt an impending death. I was ironing in our laundry room one day, and suddenly I felt as though I couldn't breathe and my heart felt extraordinarily burdened. There were no windows in the room and so I attributed my panic attack to claustrophobia and decided to go out onto the back porch to get some air.

As I went out the door, I noticed that it was around 11:00 o'clock, and I took a seat on the porch swing. After about a half hour of sitting there, my panic began to subside, and I went back inside. Later that afternoon, I received a call from my mother who said that my sister's husband had had a sudden heart attack and had died around 11:30 a.m. I have no doubt that my panic attack, which occurred around the time he had his heart attack, and which subsided at about the time he died, had to do with what he was experiencing. Although we were 250 miles apart, the distance didn't matter. It was as though I was there with my family the whole time.

The strange thing about this experience is that my husband also "felt" this death. He was out of town that day, and he said that as came home that evening and neared the top of the hill on which our house was located, something told him that someone had died. So he was not in the least surprised when I met him at the door with the news of a family member's passing. However, he was shocked that it was my brother-in-law, whom we had thought was in good health.

Pat Hackett
Tennessee
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Posted June 7, 2007