A bit off topic, but my mom passed about 3.5 years ago. I don't have any super natural story. She was doing home hospice, and then went into a facility when she could no longer take the pain. She was in a facility for 4 days before she died. This was at The height of covid and Ofcourse they had a bunch of stupid restrictions. The day my mom died (her 4th day) I was there with my dad, wife and my daughter. It was blazing hot out (we could only be inside for a limited time due to restrictions 🙄). My dad decided to go home cuz of the heat and he had basically lived there the past 4 days. Within an hr they called and said my mom passed. It was devastating to my dad that he wasn't there and to this day I absolutely hate it. 53 years they were married and he wasn't there. I apologize, didn't mean to be Debbie downer, and I'm not blaming anyone. The topic just brought up some old feelings. I am very grateful though that me and my wife went in to see her hours before she passed.