It is interesting with family.
When my uncle died I dreamt him on my bedside saying good bye, I woke up at 4 am, there was a whiff of sigar smell in my bedroom, my uncles "signature" smell.
My mum later told me he had died around 4 am.
I was very close to my uncle.
A few years later, we were on holiday, and DS1 (then 2) was very very ill, he had been hospitalized in a childrens hospital in warsaw. He had severe iron deficient aenemia, and would not eat at all. We were told to take him on holiday, have fun, let him eat what he wanted no pressure and give him multivitamin with iron, but research iron rich food and give him (he was allergic to ferrum). So, we were somewhere in south Poland, on the border to Slovakia, when I just wanted to go home, I was so sad for my skinny and hollow looking little boy, who still would neither eat nor drink, I was at bursting point. And suddenly. I felt my uncle. He was out there in the field, I could sense him. Until I felt a hand on my arm, and a voice in my ear saying "Darling girl, do not fret about your son. He will be ok. Just give him time." I know it was him reassuring me.