Back in the '80s, I was working at a small computer company, in manufacturing. One day at break, we were all talking and the maintenance guy was talking about driving back home (Ohio, I believe) and visiting his family. I remember the conversation well. We were talking about whether his car would make it from CA to OH and back. Not an hour later, he died of a heart attack taking the trash out to the dumpster.
Fast forward 3-4 years, I'm working in software development and our manager goes on a two-week vacation back to NY to see family. The Monday morning he is scheduled to be back, we all hear the department secretary screaming. She just got a call from our manager's wife saying that he had passed away during the night.
My mom suffered some debilitating strokes over the years. After my dad passed away, I moved my mom to TX, from CA, so I could look after her. She ultimately ended up in a nursing home after a colostomy and going on dialysis (as a result of diabetes). After about 10 months of dialysis, she said she had had enough. The doctor said it would only take about 5-7 days, 10 tops, before she would pass away. I called my brothers and my sister and told them. One by one, they each made it out here to see my mom. She lasted three weeks and got to have quality time with her kids when they visited. I had skipped a couple of days going to see her but planned on going on a Friday after work. Right as I was getting ready to leave, the nursing home called to say that she had passed away. We were given all this extra time to see her. As I look back I think I must have taken it for granted when I skipped those couple of days. I will always regret not being there and having the feeling that she died alone. My mom basically planned her passing, and I still missed it.