thedukeofbeaufort Thread

It was May 1995, I was 8 years old and our 2nd grade class took a field trip to our local hospital. We were getting a tour of the facility when I suddenly left the rest of the class and started making my way down the hallways. Eventually I ended up in a room where a man in his early 90's was laying in a bed. We talked for about 5 minutes, then I said goodbye and left. I found the rest of the class as they were leaving, and on our way out my grandmother and her sister were walking in. They stopped to talk to me and my grandmother told me my great-grandfather Jean was here in the hospital, I said "I know, I just spoke to him." They both looked perplexed, because nobody had told me he was in the hospital. He died hours later. I went in there not knowing he was there, didn't know what room he was in, but I somehow ended up in his room speaking to him just hours before he passed away.