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When my father was sick, I had his phone number on the counter on Friday and was going to call him that evening. But instead I said - "I will call Sunday", since I was going out that evening.
He died that night.
At the club I went to, I litterally felt a shudder while at the bar with my friend, I even saw pictures in my head - like a life of pictures. So strong was it, that I mentioned it to my friend. The next day when I found out he died, I discovered the time he died (3000 miles away) was the same time I felt that shudder while I was at the club.
I don't believe in god or the afterlife, but it was weird.
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