And I can reply with:
Five years ago, when I was going to my class reunion, I got word that my niece’s grandfather had died. Since I was going to be in the same county, I took along black clothes, since my younger sister was the mother of said niece.
When I got to my friend’s house, she said that her BIL had died, and that she “should” go to the funeral. However, neither of us were feeling all that well (me afer a 400 + mile drive, and she, after a few days of stress.)
We sat for a while, catching up on the family news, and after a while, the funerals came up in conversation. I said that it was funny, because my niece’s grandfather had passed on, and she asked what his name was. When I told her, she said that he was her BIL, and we were both destined for the same funeral.
We have been friends since we were five, and the three of us were like sisters. Little did I know! Small world.
(This is the same person whose GG-Daughter is suffering from brain cancer.)
And with that, I’m taking my cute little self to bed. Long, wet, soggy day with nothing accomplished.
Y’all behave!