My Aunt, died at age 94. The hospital phoned the family to have us come in, as it seemed to be time to say goodbye. When I and DH went into the room my Aunt was clearly not doing well. She woke up for a bit that night while we were still there, and got the most amazed, surprised and happy expression on her face as she looked around the room. I asked her what she saw, and she replied that all of her brothers and sisters were there and her mother and father. (she was the last surviving of 13) I asked if my mom was there (almost praying that she was) and my Aunt looked around and said no. Darn.
But here's where it gets rather odd:
She pulls me to her and quietly asks me, "Who's that guy?". I reply with, "Aunt Cornelia, I can't see them, I'm trying so hard, but I can't see any of them. Is it an old neighbor?". She says, "The man in the dark suit." Again I tell her that I don't know who he is. Then she says, .... get this............. "I don't know him, but he's new and he's scared."
And that's all I have to say about that.