My family were gathered at my mum's deathbed in hospital. We were miles from home and getting quite deranged with lack of sleep.
Then suddenly my brother stood up and said "right we're going home". I didn't question this in my trance-like state, like I would do normally, so we went home and another relative decided to start the long drive home to see to their children. There was one person left behind.
A short while after I got home the phone rang - it was the hospital to say mum had died.
I went round to my brother's to tell him in person. He was lying on the bed looking stunned and when I walked in, he said "I know, she's just been here". "She gave me a hug".
I asked him later why he'd been so insistent that we go home from the hospital. He said it was like an order. Someone telling him to go home.
A few weeks later something got in my bed behind me. I'm sure it was mum.
I think mum decided who she wanted by her side when she died. Someone who she didn't see much of and didn't want them to feel left out. So they got the honour of being there when she died.