Being known as somewhat of a freak
... spooOky things happen to me on a regular basis, and to tell them all would result in one very long and boring post.

The most memorable tale of late probably relates to events that occurred in the summer of 2005.

My dear Nan was extremely ill and the majority of my mums' family were at her bedside, in anticipation of her inevitable passing..
My aunt, however was unable to be there (as were my Daddy and I) so was instead holding a candlelight "vigil" with 2 small candles sat on her mantle (one for my Nan and the other for my Grandad who had been nursing her throughout her illness)

Anyhoo.. At approximately 5pm one summers eve, said Aunt had phoned my Grandads house in a blind panic to check that everything was ok, apparently the candle that had been burning for my Nan had suddenly and inexplicably decided to extinguish itself, leaving the other candle burning away quite merrily beside it.
My Uncle gave her his assurances that all was well, nothing to report etc etc but he would have to call her later on as my Mum was trying to get his attention..You can see where this is going can't you?
Yes, for my Mum was indeed calling for my Uncle to come to my Nans bedside to witness her last moments.. she took her last breath some few minutes later.
Now, some 70 Miles away, at this exact same moment I was sat at home when suddenly I started to feel very sick, and had an familiar sense of "Ohshit something's wrong here.."
I felt compelled to phone my old chap who assured me that he hadn't yet heard any bad news, and as far as he was aware my Nan was "comfortable", however, whilst I was on the phone to the old fella, a familiar tone sounded in the background, indicating that he had recieved a text message "Errr I'll call you back" says he.. Once again it was my Mum confirming that my Nan had just that second passed away.

Freaky enough for you? Well I shall continue..
In my family there seems to be a long running tradition that for every person that passes on, another is born shortly after.
So, cue me, 4 months later discovering that I have a bun in the proverbial oven, and to top it all off? Babys due date? The one year anniversary of my Dear old Nans death.
Cheerful eh?

No apologies for length, I'm a shortarse so have to compensate somehow.
(Peek_a_Boo forgot how fun B3ta was until, Sat 10 Feb 2007, 12:25, Reply)