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Ok here's one...my grandfther died in 1986, at age 81. His wife, my grandmom, died this past January 16 at the age of 93, after a brief illness and after surviving a 9 hour operation to run a vein down to her nearly gangrenous (is that a word?) foot. But survive it she did, went thru rehab, the whole nine yards and was back at home when she got a blood clot in her lung and wound up back in the hospital. <br><br>Anyway, they wound up telling her that she didn't have a good chance to survive. So on Thursday Jan 16, they wanted to put her on a respirator but she adamantly refused. After the Drs. left the room, she looked knowingly at the family members who were present and said, in a broken Italian accent, "I die today." After the nurse came in and gave her a shot of morphine she looked at everyone again and said, "Goodbye". <br><br>Within about 30 minutes she slowly passed away, with many family members present in the room, myself included (actually a first for me).<br><br>So here's the coincidence...January 16, the day she died, happened to be my grandfather's birthday. And she knew it. Now the thing is nobody believes it's a coincidence, including the nurses at the Catholic Hospital. I don't know whether I do or not. Was everything in it's right place?<br><br>Sorry to be so long winded, I think I had to get this off my chest and who better to do it with than my friends...
_________________ I can't tell when you're telling the truth. >I'm not. How do I know anything you've said to me is... >You don't.
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