He'd been deteriorating with Alzheimer's for seven years before that so when he died it was a blessing to be honest. Weirdly though, I woke up at 5.10am this morning to go to the loo and it was exactly 5.10am five years ago that my mum rang me to tell me he'd died in the night.
It's strange how those things happen.
I had a funny feeling one sat night. It was an X factor final night in December and I was settling to watch that. I had a quick notion to go n visit my gran as she hadn't been well. So at 9.00pm I decided to do 3 hour drive from north west England to Scotland, I arrived at midnight and when I knocked, there was a commotion behind the door. She had collapsed behind the door and my uncle, who had decided to stay the night, was struggling to get her off the floor. Anyway, we got her up to bed, changed, settled and I had a nice chat with her. She then drifted away a few hours later. Don't know what made me do the drive on a blustery, winters night, Something made me be there at the end.
I have a very good friend who's birthday is the same date as my dads passing and her wedding date is also her husbands birthday, which was also my dads birthday (30th July)
I'll try to tell you this story without it being long winded:
I lived in South Africa as child and my nanna used to send newspapers over to us from Scotland. My mum, whilst pregnant with my sister Wendy, read about a young girl (9 yrs old) who had been killed by a neighbour in our home town. The paper reported that the girls mum was pregnant.
4 years later we moved back to Scotland and ended up next door to that family. My sister Wendy became best friends with their girl, as they were born within days of each other, albeit in different countries.
The girl looked exactly like her sister who had been killed, to the point where my cousin, who had moved to the States, collapsed during a visit, when she saw her running down the street, as she thought it was Angela. They had been best friends.
The guy who had committed the crime was sentenced and served his time in a prison. The guy was eventually coming to the end of his sentence and was due to be released. My sister had joined the police force. One day, she was sent to the prison with a colleague to investigate a suspicious death. It turned out to be the murderer. She went to the morgue for his post morgen and it appears he died by lethal injection, the day before his release. It was felt that the other prisoners were involved.
How's that for coincidences? My sister was unborn, inside my mum in South Africa, when he committed murder in Scotland, and she ended up at his post morgen and investigating his death. Karma?
Sorry that's a bit spooky! X
