A few years back, I had moved to Hoboken from Chicago for work. After I moved, my Dad had knee surgery and developed a pulmonary embolism. He was in critical condition and I was just sitting 800 miles, feeling useless. My mother had told me I didn't need to come home. I was watching TV with my bf at the time and my Dad's cell rang me. I picked up, feeling relieved that he was okay, but all I heard were sirens and people clamoring around. I had no idea what was going on and kept screaming into the phone. I hung up and kept calling him over and over and nothing. About five minutes later, my mom called me to tell me that my Dad had crashed and that they had lost him for about 30 seconds but they were able to revive him. I told her that I knew he had crashed because he had called me. She said that was impossible because he was literally dead. She checked his cell and sure as sh**, his phone had rang me when he had crashed. Gives me chills and makes me cry to this day that it seems like my Dad called me when he was dead.