2 Stories That Make You Wonder

As someone of  very little faith, I heard a couple of pretty interesting stories this weekend of things that happened to my family that made me wonder a little. Last week, my aunt was given 2 weeks to live. Just before Christmas, she was told she has cancer. Here we are one month later and already she is on hospice and only has a few more days to live.

To back one of these stories up, I should let you know that my mother had 3 sisters: Beverly, Kathy and Eileen. Beverly died about 20 years ago in a motorcycle accident, Eileen died about 4 years ago from cancer and now Kathy is dying, also from cancer. Their mother (my grandmother) is still alive to go through all of this. 

Story #1

My mother has been by my Aunt Kathy’s side just about every minute. She keeps asking me “What inspirational words can I say to her?” “How can I assure her everything will be OK when she goes?” This is lame but the two of us were actually “googling” words to say to someone who is dying. My mother keeps telling her that her sisters Beverly and Eileen are waiting for her and want her there with them. My aunt Kathy yells at my mom “What the F do they want with me!” (It’s nice to know she still her attitude with her.) 

Then my mom found this book in her house. It’s a book that’s been lying around for years. I’ve seen it, everyone in my family has seen it. It’s one of those things that has been sitting in her bookshelf forever but no one has ever read it or remembers where it came from. It’s called “Loving Thoughts by Helen Steiner Rice” so she thought she’d bring it to the hospital with her.

When she opened it, she found a note inside the cover (click it to read it):

 

 

 

 

 

Pretty weird, huh? Almost like their sister Beverly wanted my aunt to hear some of the poems in the book and made my mom find it and bring it to her.

Story #2

Also having to do with my mother… She had a set of rosary beads that were completely a tangled mess (due to my kids, sorry to say). They tried everything to get them untangled, even sat there with toothpicks and tried to pull the chain apart. They gave up and the beads sit on my mothers night stand. Before going to bed the other night (one night she spent at home instead of the hospital), she asked “God, please give me a sign so I know my sister will be OK in heaven”. Then she felt bad for asking and then said “I take that back, I shouldn’t ask you to prove anything to me.” She decided to hold her rosary beads and pray instead. She reached back and grabbed her beads and they were completely untangled. Not one knot. Weird again, right?

2 coincidences?