Plot twist

My sister texted me today.  She texted me late (around 8 ish) and this is unusual anyway because I usually text her.

Her text regarded an unusual incident of last year.  I had phoned her or my father.  Sadly I do not remember – but what I do remember is that  we are generally not in proximity of one another and on this day and in moments of the phone call we had all spoken.  I – because I had phoned.  They- because they were in proximity.

They had the fortune to sort of “stop in” the same store, at the same hour, on the same day.  One happened to be in that location due to driving and the days events.  Bonne chance… definitely good luck!  Not completely unusual for a man that helped me to win bikes!  (two in one summer, due to raffles that he entered for ME!) or a man that one 4 jackpots in one night due to buying tickets for a potluck.

So – awesome luck!  We all touched base that day due to the events of them meeting and my phone call.  Extremely fortunate for my sister and I also.

One month later exactly, my father passed.  He hadn’t been feeling well, then did!  and dressed for the gym!!!!  Then after not emerging from the bedroom his bride found him on the bed.

After attempts at resuscitation they took him to the hospital, where he was confirmed to be dead.

Odd day for me- away in another location.  I hadn’t been feeling well, had nothing pressing, and came home.  I actually think I scheduled a massage.  I did not feel fine.

Then my brother in law phoned, triggering another phone call, and another, my step-mother is not a technological fan, fortunately her offspring are.

Within an hour the family apart had figured what had transpired.

Oddly?

Not sure what is normal of these stories.

So today, due to my sister, who has a better memory of this incidence than I- I am reminded of this event.

She had a harsh and off day due to the remembrance of this event.  This is just one of the reasons I wish I were physically closer to her.  I wish I could comfort her as I know that it is a difficult time/event/person to comfort under the circumstances.  Love her without reason or doubt.

What good fortune that I phoned that day.  We all had a pleasant visit before.

He was our rock, our back, our brain trust.  Don’t misunderstand, he was also impulsive, emotional, and self-centered.  But that did not matter.  We. Were. Important. To. Him.

It reminds me of the impact that an individual can make on a life- regardless of their imperfections that may be pointed out by others.

Have your eyes open.  Have your heart open.  Be careful.

 

1 Comment

  1. Sorry about your father. There is an odd bitter-sweet to how remembering makes us miss them at the same time as making us happy in the memory.

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