I'll tell a story. this was conveyed to me and my dad several years ago.
once upon a time my grandad worked in a factory building transmissions. One day a cousin, his supervisor, walked by his work station and my grandfather was standing there crying. My cousin asked him what was going on. Grandad said Charlie had died. a young cousin my grandad adored because he had red hair like my grandad. The cousin telling the story said he was about to question how he knew that, this was long before cell phones, but about that time a voice came over the intercom saying there was a call in the office for my grandad. that call. this foresight was kinda normal for grandad, and I've seen it in my father at times. always made me wonder.