When I lost my Nanna I was 250 miles away, yet i woke up at 4.22am in floods of tears, yet had a warm, peaceful feeling inside me. i did not know why until the following morning when i received a call from my mum giving me the news that nanna died at 20 past four that morning.
When my late partner died i was painting my nursery school 4 miles from the hospital, at 7pm i got an overwhelming feeling that i had to call his best friend and get him to visit my partner immediately, he did and found my partner had died at 7 pm!
I believe that God or whoever up there chooses people when he has a job for them to do, but he allows them time to say goodbye to one or two people on route.
I still imagine my late partner laying on his back on a cloud under a white VW camper van in his blue overalls up to his elbows in grease, happy as a pig in mud (he was called to fix Gods camper van! he was great at and loved driving, fixing and fiddling with VWs)

I am not scared of death, I believe it is a progression we all have to make when our purpose is complete here and when we are needed wherever we go after this life. we can try to speed it up or slow it down, but in the end we will not be allowed to leave this life until the next place is ready for us.
I am looking forward to see what is lined up for me when the time comes. a new adventure! (but not for a while yet i hope!)