Grandad's death brought the total to two in two days. A close family friend went earlier.
An aunt, having exceedingly powerful and shocking intuition, felt something coming. She had been dreaming her deceased brothers, mother, and sister all week. As odd as it sounds, there was relief that the death she sensed was somewhat expected.
Then the news: grandaunt died this morning. Aunt Pearl. Mom's aunt.
Should have known better. The dreams contained Watsons and Kellys. Mom's side. Grandad is Lovindeer. Dad's dad.
If deaths come in the threes, can I finally bury my fear of another phone call? Don’t know if I can take much more of this.
3 comments:
***HUGS***
Really sorry to hear. That's alot to handle.
We never get more than we can handle they say. Just hope and pray that you wont have to deal with this for a long time to come.
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