My family is very close knit, we all keep in touch regularly. So the evening my grandmother called I didn't think anything about it, she didn't sound upset when we talked but it was only for a couple of minutes. I handed the phone off to my mom and about a half hour later she came into my room wanting to talk to me, and I immediately knew something was going on. She suggested that I give my son to my dad to finish feeding him so we could talk. She sat down on the bed and proceeded to tell me that my cousin Klint had been in a very bad car accident and no one knew if he would make it or not. I broke down in tears as she explained how it happened. I just couldn't and didn't want to believe that he might die.
The waiting for news to come from my grandma or aunt in Alabama was nerve wracking. The fact that I couldn't be there was tough. My son was only 2 months old at that time in early February of 1997 and between me working and my son's doctor appointments I wouldn't have been able to go up and be with the rest of the family and my parent's didn't want to leave me at home as I was a new mom and they helped me out with my son when my husband was working. We got news a few days after the accident that Klint was brain dead and his parent's had some tough choices to make. We all went to bed that night praying for a miracle.
My son woke up around 3:30 AM the next morning hungry and needed changing so I got up, got his bottle ready, changed his diaper, and sat in the rocking chair to feed him. My mom was already up for work so she came in to take a peek at us. I told her I'd come and talk to her for a bit once he was back to sleep. I glanced at the clock and it was almost 4:00 AM and I had this warm tingling sensation wash over me. It was the weirdest feeling I've ever had, I had Goosebumps from head to toe and was fixated on the clock. My mom came back by my son's room and she said she saw me staring like I was in a trance and she had to call my name a few times before she got my attention. I told her about the feeling I had and that I didn't know why but I felt it was important for some reason or other. She just looked at me and said maybe you're just tired and should try and go back to bed as soon as you lay him down.
Later that morning my husband and I had errands to run since we were both off work. On our way back to my parent's house I was looking out the window at the colors of the clouds and the sunset and noticed these bright rays of light shining down towards the ground. My grandma had always said that that was God taking someone home to Heaven and I looked over at my husband and said out of nowhere that I needed to call my grandma when I got home to check on my cousin, something just didn't feel right.
We were only home for about 10 minutes when the phone rang. I answered it and it was my grandma on the other end but this time she was crying. I asked her why she was so upset and she told me that Klint was gone. I passed the phone off to my mom sat down and buried my head in my hands. It didn't seem real. My mom and grandma only talked for a few minutes. I asked my mom what time he passed away and she said it was around 4:00 AM this morning. I asked her to repeat herself and she again told me. I realized then that I was awake feeding Brandon and remembered the time because I had that strange feeling come over me. Then she looked at me said that was the time I saw you staring at the clock. I didn't know what to say at that point. Maybe he was letting me know that he was going, I don't know. I had no other explanation for it. I used to think it was some kind of odd coincidence, but with the things that I've experienced since then I know that it wasn't.
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