*hearts*

[windandwater]

Thank you to everyone. Seeing the replies and hugs helped me alot today.

I'm supposed to be asleep now, since I need to wake up early tomorrow morning because we're going to Mass. For more than just Palm Sunday now. But I couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs for a comfort food snack. I also... decided to wash the dishes because they were there and it's a mindless chore that doesn't require thought. While I was washing, I ran across the spatula I broke earlier today.

See, I baked brownies (yes more) today because the box was there on the counter. While I was getting the brownie mix in the pan, the spatula snapped in my hand. This was a single piece, hard plastic spatula. It's food-grade quality, since mom gets the expensive stuff from the dealers as enticements to buy for them for the facility she works for. I thought it was kinda weird that it snapped in my hand like that, since it's a very sturdy thing and all I was using it to do was spread the brownie mix evenly in the pan. But I thought I must've did something wrong and just went one with baking.

While I was washing the spatula part left over (mom threw the broken handle part away, but the spatula part still has a stumpy handle), I realized something. About the time I was making the brownies was the time Nanay had her heart attack. Because a few minutes after I got the brownies in the oven, my parents came home, we had lunch, and then mom got the phonecall. Mom told me she had weird things happen to her, too.

I don't know what to think, or if I'm overthinking, or if it's coincidence.

Comments

[askerian]

My grandfather died at dawn, and both dad and I woke up having dreamed of him. Dad more clearly, though. I just wish I could remember more of it.

[aikonamika.livejournal.com]

Sometimes things like that happen. My mom and my grandma both woke up right before my grandpa passed on, just in time to run to the other room to be by his side (they were staying in the hospital). I was at home with my brother and dad, but dad says I woke up and started crying in the middle of the night.

Personally, I think it's the bonds between people's spirits snapping, or maybe just one way that those who are dying can say, "Goodbye" to those they love.

*hugs*

[questofdreams.livejournal.com]

I completely believe that was not coincidence. The morning my brother died, my mother dreamt of him and something like killing a tiger (which, in my culture, is very symbolic).

[sukino.livejournal.com]

Well when my grandfather passed away, around that morning I woke up and just coupld go to sleep and I wondered why. Mom told me later that afternoon that grandpa had passed away that morning about the same time I woke up.

*hugs again*

[missingwatch.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[clarediva.livejournal.com]

I came to visit to wish you happy birthday and then I read your sad news. I'm very sorry for your loss, I also lost my grandmother close to my birthday, and just before I got the news of my first pregnancy - things connect in our minds and our families in a tortuous way, sometimes. I'm thinking of you at Easter.
*hugs*