Decided I haven't shared here much, so into the wayback machine I go to give you a glimpse into one of my own experiences. Ten days before my High School graduation, I woke from a vivid "dream" that my grandfather had died. Grandpa and I were close...I mean the close that drove my parents nuts because he spoiled me rotten. I would often invoke the "if you don't get it for me, Grandpa will" clause of the grandparent contract. Grandpa and I adored each other and I was close to him for more than what he could give me. He was a double amputee of the legs from the age of 18 and the man had guts and fight in a time when most would have given up. He was a man who couldn't get hired, so he started his own restaurant. He and Grandma didn't have a lot, but what he did have he shared. He often fed those that couldn't pay but were hungry, and I saw him once help support one of his waitresses with 3 kids when her husband died suddenly. He was a rotten business man, but a man with a huge heart. He helped me become who I am. He showed me the way many times. When I woke that morning from the dream, I wrote down everything. Down to what killed him, what funeral home, what day of the funeral, and what dress I was wearing. (Which I did NOT own at the time.) I was devastated. I told my dad, but not my mom, as it was my maternal grandfather, and my mom hated when I went precog on her. When the phone rang 4 days later, I was semi-braced for the news but, of course, fell apart. I had SO wanted him to see me graduate. He had been so excited about it. Nothing could have stopped what happened (his heart was already bad) and this was in the day of no stents or open heart surgeries. I could not have prevented this in any way, but I had made sure to see him and tell him I loved him before the "date" I had seen. I paid no attention to the arrangements. When mom asked me what I was wearing to the funeral, that I needed to find an "appropriate" dress, I couldn't even face shopping. While she was telling me I had to find something, in walked my Aunt Mary Anne with a dress. Of course, it was "the dress" I had described in my notes to myself. White on top, red waistband, black on the bottom, 3 white buttons on the waistband. Not dress "a blue dress" or something...nope. I had seen this very specific dress, and had it down to the 3 buttons. Mary Anne said, "I bought this dress and it doesn't fit right. I thought maybe Debi could use it for the funeral." Precog is a funny thing. It's a blessing and a curse. People often feel they have to try and do something to prevent an event shown them. In some cases, such as this one, I was helpless to do anything to change what would occur, but it did give me time to say what I needed to say to him. Knowing it was coming so specifically and soon was difficult, but it also helped me complete the circle and let him go with no regrets. He never knew I saw this, but he did get to know how much I loved him.