Sometimes I have a little bit of ESP, but...

[glowing]

its not clear until a moment has passed that it makes any clarity....

Last year, on my 28th birthday, I called my grandmother. She had a rare bone cancer. I decided that I needed to go home; that's what I wanted for my birthday present. It quickly proved to be a trip home to say goodbye. In a short amount of time, she lost her fight with cancer, and I literally raced from the plane to her side at the hospice to let her know she could go and be with grandpa again... to dance across heaven together again.

I realized a week ago that Friday the 13th shared my birth month this year. I have felt that something large and big and sad would become of this day. I only hopped it wasn't within my own family... It appears the nation has lost a journalist, and a family has lost a father and husband... and only now does that feeling make any sense.

[I Have A Dream]

1. Thank you for sharing this with us, glowing.

:hug: