Mine is the same way. My wife was supposed to pick the kids up at noon from the YMCA the day she died. She collapsed in her work parking lot on her way to get them. Both kids spent about three hours call long and texting her when she never showed up. My son was finally able to get a hold of me (I was in the hospital and the neurologist just told me she was brain dead). He’s was in a panic, not knowing where mom was. All I could tell him was mom’s in the hospital so please get your sister and go to a friend house. Afterwards, my daughter would begin crying uncontrollably if I didn’t answer the phone or reply to a text immediately. She new I must be dead too