A wake and a weird story

We’re going to a wake today.  J was 64 years old, far too young.  He had some sort of infection, had been in the hospital for months.

I didn’t know J well, I’d met him only twice.  J’s sister R, who died two years ago, was Drew’s sister’s best friend in high school.  Drew and I bought a car from J in 1987, and I didn’t see him again until R’s wake two years ago.

Which brings me to the weird story.

J adored his older sister.  They lived next door to each other, R in the house their parents owned, J in the house their parents built for him when he got married.  R never married, and J took care of her.  

R died on November 20, 2016, just two weeks shy of her 66th birthday.  She was home alone when she suffered a fatal heart attack.  J found her body around 2:30 that afternoon.

J died on November 20, 2018 at around 2:30 PM.

Two of J’s children say that last week they dreamed of their Aunt R, and that R told them “I’m coming to get your father, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

You could say that the kids dreamed about R because she was on their minds:  the anniversary of her death was approaching, and they were fearful because J was very ill.

But the fact that he died two years to the day ... and around the same time of day...that’s spooky.