Death of a cousin
I have a cousin, he is my age. And when we were in our thirties we spent time together. We were partners in a business, a bread store. I really enjoyed that business. I always had a deep connection with the simplicity and beauty of bread.
( I have a very curious bread story that I will tell. You might find it interesting. But that is for another blog post. )
And we, used to take our sons out every Saturday for father and son stuff, arcade, go-karts, movies etc. It was good times.
Ten years ago he took a managerial position at a company in a different state so he moved away. I haven’t been in touch with him in ten years.
A Mystery Abounds
Well, this past Friday, for some reason he popped into my head. I started thinking about him. And I paused, thinking to myself “Where did this thought of him come from?” I am pretty sure I haven’t thought about him in years. My second thought was “I wonder if he is okay? “
“I should call him, check in and see how things have been for him.”
But I didn’t. I have a new phone, not sure where exactly he is living, and so on.
And I did an examination of my thoughts.
“Is this truly the first time I have thought about him in years? And is this a message?”
I gave it some thought and I am pretty sure I hadn’t thought about him in years. This was the first time and for some reason he just popped into my head.
Come the next morning (Saturday) my son called me to tell me that my cousin had passed away.
I was flabbergasted.
Is it just a coincidence that I had just been thinking about him the day before?
Or is there something more to all of this?
I believe there is something more to all of this.
A mystery abounds.