We moved in with my mom to take care of her before she died, when DS was 2 1/2. She had about a month of hospice care on the downhill slide. The night she was dying (would die, at 7 am, that is), I was up with her and DS woke up hungry in the middle of the night. He went with me to the kitchen to get a snack, and while we were in there he looked at the clock and said "3:10"--it was actually 2:15, but I was impressed because the hands are in the same basic place for either of those. Anyway, he then stood there looking into the air intently, and then said "Gagaw sick, go bye-bye." I looked around to see if I could see anybody there, it looked so much like somebody telling him that. Mom died a few hours later, and there was a great deal of what I consider evidence that someone, my dad or my grandpa, I think, came along to help her go. I really think that they were talking to DS that night, or that she was out of her body and telling him goodbye herself.
