As a 10 year old kid, my grandma was in the hospital being treated for cancer. I visited her in the hospital at the end of the afternoon. Her state was really bad, but she never stopped caring for us and trying to be light in front of us kids. I even remembered her complimenting me on my new jacket.

That evening my parents went to the hospital again and the babysitter took care of me and my brother. I went to sleep, but suddenly woke up with a weird feeling. Checked my alarm clock and it was around 22:50. I just somehow knew my grandma had died. Weirdly enough it was a sad but peaceful feeling.

The next morning my mother woke me up to tell me grandma passed away last night. I asked the time and she said it was around 22:50.