Death
So Death himself has been stalking me lately. First my great uncle died, just before school started, my dad found him behind the truck while they were working. He was pretty shaken up, I went home last weekend and barely made it back in time for the funeral.
Then Jesse Fincen died. Which is unexpected and disturbing to me. I didn't know him very well, but I really kinda liked him, he was fun.
This morning my mom called, at about 7:30, to tell me that my uncle Richard died. Killed by bees. That's right, bees. Not killer bees, just plain old bees. Granted he was kinda old, and not in the best of health, but bees killed him non-the-less. That's fucked up.
I was once given advice that if things happen in 3's, that means they have some sort of significance. As much as I don't believe in those sorts of things, it's still fucking creepy. At least so far it's limited to acquaintances and obscure, non-blood family members.
Then Jesse Fincen died. Which is unexpected and disturbing to me. I didn't know him very well, but I really kinda liked him, he was fun.
This morning my mom called, at about 7:30, to tell me that my uncle Richard died. Killed by bees. That's right, bees. Not killer bees, just plain old bees. Granted he was kinda old, and not in the best of health, but bees killed him non-the-less. That's fucked up.
I was once given advice that if things happen in 3's, that means they have some sort of significance. As much as I don't believe in those sorts of things, it's still fucking creepy. At least so far it's limited to acquaintances and obscure, non-blood family members.