This is cool! I used to be able to tell when the phone was about to ring and who it would be but this all happened around the same time as some of the other experiences I’ve explained here - I was sort of 16-24 so I wonder if that was significant as I’ve not had anything much since!
My mum is a very no-nonsense, loves facts, not prone to flights of fancy northerner from Lancashire. Both myself and my mum had weird experiences when a relative died though not the same relative.
When my Pop died (that was my mum’s dad) I was only about 4 so didn’t really know much about it or when it happened, he was a pipe and cigarette smoker all his adult life and died of lung cancer, I don’t even know how aggressive it was or how ill he was or how long for, I just remember him being in his big chair with a checked blanket on his knees. Anyway, as he became more ill he went into hospice care. Mum has only ever told me this story once but it’s not like her to have anything except a rational explanation which she doesn’t have for this. She said that Pop had one particular nurse who was very forthright and no nonsense with a very strong Lancashire accent. She was a really good nurse and despite her brusque manner Pop really clicked with her and always wanted her to do his care. Mum said she heard, clear as day, at the exact moment she found out later Pop had died, that nurse say, in her forthright, no nonsense way, “Well come on then, if you’re coming!”. Not that spooky but pretty cool and Mum was the only one not to have some sort of experience in our old house and is so painfully rational and logical, and she couldn’t find a way to rationalise this. (I however am not

and now after reading all your posts, am really not keen to wash my hair even though my husband is literally in the other room and I’ve never once had any odd experiences in our house, just lots of resident mice

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My own weird premonitions were when my Grandad (Dad’s dad) died and when my Grandy (Mum’s mum) died.
I was about 17 when Grandad died, and woke up on just a normal day. Could not shake the feeling that something was missing but hadn’t slept through my alarm, hadn’t forgotten to do my homework, hadn’t forgotten anything I needed to take to school (I was in sixth form). Then my dad came in and the minute he opened his mouth I knew he was going to tell me Grandad had died. It was weird. In fact, the minute he said it, I just said “yeah I know” - Dad was like, how? As he’d only just found out himself and hadn’t told anyone yet.
As for my Grandy, she always used to spend Christmas with us. I remember having this really vivid feeling about 9 christmasses ago that this would be the only Christmas we’d ever have like that again. Hit me quite hard and was quite emotional, but it was like I just knew. I heard myself say, in my own head, completely randomly, “This will be the last Christmas like this.”
That following year, Mum and Dad moved out of the house we lived in at the time to relocate and Grandy stopped coming to spend Christmas with us because it was too far and her health had started to deteriorate. A couple of years after that, she passed away and we haven’t had a Christmas like that one since. Again, weird rather than creepy but