I live with my aunt who was my fathers' sister. They were very close as kids and now they were all the family left of their generation.
Dad fell in his machine shop and hit his head. We all rushed up to nothern NY. He lived and we thought it was a wonderful Thanksgiving!!
We got word about 2 weeks later, that he was doing worse again. My brother (who makes little of situations) said, "Come home". I felt that it was the beginning of the end. We all rushed up there again and he passed away 12/15/04.
When we got back to Florida, my aunt told me that the first time she went, she took care of the outdoor pond, and there, on the neighbors fence, was a hawk. He looked at her for a moment and then flew off.
When we went up the second time, she went outside the front door this time to put her suitcases in the car. A hawk was flying toward her. (the same one??). Something pulled her to go out from under the carport. She had a sweater on and put her arm up - he was coming at her to land on her arm. He turned right before he landed, dropped a feather, and flew off.
She has not seen him since.