Coincidences or not.....

I discovered 9 years ago that I was adopted. To cut a long story short, a few months ago I found out who my birth father was. Both my birth parents were from Ireland. I am English. All of that generation are long gone. Three weeks ago my daughter took me to the cemetery in Southport where my birth father is buried. A cousin messaged me to say he was sure a relative on my birth mother's side was buried in that same cemetery. We found both graves. My birth father and my birth mother's uncle were buried about 50 yards apart if that!

Personally don't believe in coincidences.

mabon2 Coincidences happen.
The definition of coincidence is:
The occurrence of two or more events or circumstances at the same time by chance, without any apparent connection or planning.

I started working in a recession and had to travel daily to a city about 30 miles away for my first job. I had a lovely older local colleague who was reminiscing about the happy times he had had living in my hometown when his family were little. It turned out he not only lived in the same road where DH and I were renting but also in the exact same house 30 years previously. I can’t think of any way of describing that other than a coincidence.

When I was given a new watch I stopped wearing my older watch. I placed the older watch on the chest in the bedroom, where it remains. Eventually the battery died and the watch stopped at 3.35.
Some years later my son died suddenly. His watch was given to me.
It had stopped at 3.35!!
Now that really is a coincidence.

It really is and so sorry for your loss.
There are many strange happenings in our lives some that we can’t easily dismiss.

mabon2

Personally don't believe in coincidences.

Well, there’s a surprise! Of COURSE you don’t!!

Some years ago my DH’s niece was travelling on a boat back from Denmark on the way home from travelling around Europe. She and her boyfriend got talking to an older couple in the bar and were discussing where they lived. It turned out that they were from the same small village as us and, not only that, they lived on the corner of our close. They knew us well.

I was on the beach in Barbados with my little grandson who was attempting to catch a fish.Along came an American tourist who had all the fishing gear and he was showing my grandson the best way to catch a fish. We got chatting, the usual where are you from.I told him I lived in a very small town in S. Ontario which he would not have heard of but not only did he know it his long time friend growing up lived there and was the husband of my hairdresser.

On Friday driving through France, I decided to put British radio on.
It was the first time since leaving home 10 days prior that we had put any radio station on.
Within 5 minutes a caller came on the talk show, it was our daughter!

My family home was in mainland Europe, when DH, two of our sons and I were on a plane from Sydney to Perth the people in the row in front were my mums friends and their children who were at school with my sister in Europe.

I may have told this before.
I was on holiday in India and sitting on a wall chatting to a couple of men waiting for their wives. Having asked where I lived ( small town) one of the gents said he had been there the previous week at a college reunion. He lives about 200 miles away. I asked if it had been arranged by R* * . Looking rather amazed he said it had been. She is my best friend and lives 3 doors away from me.

I was choosing two ornaments from a seaside gift shop they all had names on them I choose one Dil's name but couldn’t find the other name I needed for my sons then long term girlfriend so went with a different random name.
I was going to take them off anyway. The name I choose was my now lovely DIL.

I was on a residential Civil Service course in Cambridge in the 80s. At dinner one evening, a few of us were talking about holidays and one chap said he thought the Welsh village he had recently stayed in was probably one of the prettiest in the uk. I asked him where it was and he said “Solva, but you probably won’t have heard of it as it’s a small place and not very well-known”. I was happy to tell him that my mother was born there, I had spent every holiday there as a child, still visited as often as I could and I agreed about how pretty it is! Incidentally, it is VERY well known now, and I understand that it is difficult to stroll around the village due to the huge influx of tourists! I haven’t been able to visit for a long time, but hate the thought that it is now so different from when I was last there.
There’s a high price to pay for living somewhere so popular.

When my dad was in his twenties, he suddenly woke with a pain in his chest.
Later that day, he received a telegram stating that his father had died at 10.30 that morning, the same time my dad had the chest pains. He found out later that my grandfather had had a massive heart attack.