Monday, October 16, 2006
Today there were two accidents on the same road in my neighborhood. I heard that a 19 year old kid died on his motorcycle during the day and at night I drove by and saw a couple cops blocking off the road. My grandmother always used to say that everything happens in threes and for the most part she was right. 3 deaths, 3 births, 3 accidents, 3 awards, etc. Very odd. She had a way of knowing these things. Things used to come to her in dreams. She would just know when someone was pregnant or that someone was getting sick or getting married. It was nutty but admirable. It is amazing what you think about when death is a topic of conversation.
Posted by Melissa Kuehnle at 11:24 PM