Ok first time poster on these forums. It was 2002. My mate and I were out in the city watching a live band. It wasn’t a rock show or anything and everyone was just standing around and being friendly. The support act plays. It was a good set. The main act comes on and finishes the second or third song. All of a sudden the guy standing in front of me starts swaying and turns and looks at me and almost collapses. I catch him and ask him if he’s ok. I couldn’t get a word out of him but he was conscious and otherwise able to move. With help from his girlfriend and security we were able to get him to the side and I left him in their more than capable hands. The rest of the concert was uneventful. I lived on acreage and instead of going through the front of our place I took a short cut through the neighbours house and got into my home. No lights were left on in our house that I saw and I went to bed. I awoke early to help my dad clean gutters at a local school. Another young guy who worked for dad was also there. At around 930 he received a call from my father who had to go home to pick up more equipment. My mother had found my Opa (her dad) deceased in the granny flat at home. He had cancer but he was always punctual at 9am to walk over from his flat (which was semi attached to the house) to bring us over for coffee. The scene was not pleasant as he had fatal Haemoptysis (coughing up blood) from his lung cancer. Seemed it started at the couch and he tried to make his way to the kitchen sink before he collapsed. My Opa was a man of routine. For example the daily coffee at 9am! And this included his night time ritual. He would always go to bed between 9-930pm. It seemed he passed just as he was about to go to bed because his electric blanket was on. Something he would do 10 mins or so before going to sleep. So why is this so strange?? Well I couldn’t help think that the guy standing in front of me at the concert (who I witnessed was otherwise healthy and normal for a couple of hours) would have collapsed at around 9pm at night. Pretty much the same time that my Opa died. It is something I think about often. I also think about if I had of gotten dropped off at the front of my house rather than going through my neighbours’, perhaps I would have noticed his light still on. As an aside he was a great, stoic man. Born in Poland and was working in the fields as a young teenager. His village was bombed and his whole family was killed. He was then put into a working camp by the Germans and survived. After all of that he married a German!! And came to australia. He then brought up his two kids alone after he and his wife divorced. Just an amazing man who I am glad to have known and communicated with for the short amount of time I was able to.