Dad's death.

Went to brussels for a few nights at Christmas. somehow managed to get the only eurostar back to london for a few days after snow meant they were cancelled. Managed to get back home to sheffield. Left the house for a days shopping on the 27th waving goodbye to my dad who was recovering from a cold. 5:10 pm on the way back from shopping 2 options: 1) go out for dinner or 2) get takeaway dinner with friend thus arriving home at approx 5:20. Chose to go out for dinner, passing my house on the way. 10 mins past my house, stopped off at shop ont he way for dinner. Rang home to tell mum a plant we had purchased was not half price. whilst on the phone (20 secs into phone call), my dad collapses and dies of undiagnosed dialated cardiomyopathy, my mother screaming down the phone. with friend I rush home (I would already have been home had I chosen 'takeaway' option). Arrive home about 8 minutes after his collapse. Chances of me a) getting home for christmas/to be around for dad's death due to eurostar snow chaos? b) being with a medcally trained friend? slim. Dreams: had 5 dreams about him dying in the year leading up to his death. outwardly he was an ordinary 60 year old. heart desease entirely undetected. each dream followed a similar pattern; I couldn't dial 999 for various reasons (shaking too much/no signal/ broken phone etc) which happened in real life.. I couldnt phone 999 because I wasn't there at the time he collapsed. he would always die incredibly suddenly in front of me. He didn't die in front of me, but it was incredibly sudden. A million things happened to make me believe this wasnt coincidence. I'm sure there are loads of ways of rationalising the events of the 27th december 2010, but ths is my story.