Nancy, my late wife, was fascinated by full moons. She: “Don, there’s a full moon! Come look.” Me, thinking: “Big deal. I know what they look like.”
She died the day of a full moon.
Which happened to be my daughter’s birthday.
Her older son happened to schedule her memorial for 20 May, citing various logistical reasons.
That would have been our 11th wedding anniversary.
Apparently some coincidences do come in threes.
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