The three-year anniversary of my Nana’s death was the other day. I know what you’re probably thinking: what a morbid way to start an article. Well, that’s not the intention, and I’m not trying to get anyone’s sympathy.
What has me still thinking about this anniversary more than a week later is the coincidence of things, of how the world works. Let me explain. On the three year anniversary, I was on my way to New York, where my Nana grew up and lived her whole life. I was on my way to New York not for the anniversary, but for something school-related. It was just a complete coincidence that the school-related event happened to be in New York, and happened to fall on the exact same day my Nana passed away three years ago.
That got me thinking, though. Was it just by chance, or was there something greater at work here? This may sound a little crazy. If you asked me flat out if I believed in supernatural things, I would probably respond no. But ever since my Nana died, I don’t doubt things that may just appear to be coincidences.
How things happened really convinced me. The day she died, my Nana went in for what was supposed to be a semi-routine surgery. The week leading up to the surgery, however, she got her hair and nails done at the salon. She even picked out a dress from her closet that she told my aunt she wanted to wear if anything happened to her. My aunt told her not to think like that; that everything would be fine. When my aunt woke her up the next morning, my Nana was talking to my Pop-Pop, who died 10 years ago, in a dream. Later that day she passed away.
You can call all of those things just a coincidence if you want. But at a time in my life, at an event that brought me so much sadness, these things were comforting. They weren’t coincidences at all. In my opinion, they all showed my Nana was ready. She was ready to go see my Pop-Pop.
If you’re not convinced yet, there’s more. On the 10 year anniversary of my Pop-Pop’s death, who died on Friday the thirteenth, their old house in New York burned to the ground. Nothing was left. The new owners weren’t home at the time, and no one was hurt. In fact, no one was home or even around when the house burned up in a blaze in the early morning hours. Now, don’t tell me that was just a coincidence. If it was, I’ll submit it for the biggest coincidence in history.So, you can see why when I put two and two together last week, that I was flying to New York on the same day my Nana passed away three years ago, I didn't think it was simply a coincidence. It was my Nana just letting me know she's still hanging around.
