Ok. So, I’m not big on spiritual stuff. Am agnostic. Don’t believe in things that go bump in the night. But.
Eighteen months ago, an elderly neighbour of mine died. She was 94. We met up for coffee regularly, shared special occasions and talked a lot. She’d led an interesting life; been a teen when the Nazis took over Austria and fled at the end of the war into the woods, surviving on dead horse and anything else they could find.
Today, I came home from work and went to the fridge to get some filtered water. I drank it, and then opened the fridge because I remembered I had a bottle of white wine in there. My neighbour gave it to me a couple of years ago. She’d forgotten that I never (ever) drink white wine and gave it to me as a “good wine” to open on a special occasion. It’s sat in my fridge for all that time. Unopened in favour of red.
I’d poured myself a class and just seated myself in a shady spot in the garden and took a sip. It was so good, just as she’d said. I finished the glass and thought, it’s not a special occasion as such but I’m having a mare of a time in life at the minute (son in hospital, remnants of a shit divorce, house sale, “stuff”!) and I’ve made it through another day! 😐
Then, I got a text from a lady who I knew randomly and briefly, through my neighbour. “It’s Edetta’s birthday today. I’m raising a glass to her!” This second woman isn’t a friend; I had her in my phone as an additional contact for Edetta when she was alive.
That’s seriously odd, isn’t it?
I don’t believe those who have died “watch over” us but, it seems very coincidental.
Anyone?