Background: So the recent passing of my mom has put all of her kids in a very tense, uneasy, and prickly mood. During the planning portion of setting up her funeral my sister got very agitated and ended up getting into a massive fight with my brother and I. It was ugly. Very ugly. Mom wouldn't have been happy one bit.
Weird Story: A few days after the funeral I decided to go and see The Passion of the Christ by myself. I'm sitting in the middle of the theatre when all of a sudden I notice my sister walking into the auditorium. We both look at each other and laugh. She sits next to me and we start talking about "How crazy is this," "What are the odds," and all that. She even ended up parking her car next to mine in the parking lot. Crazy, right? Well, dig this: we're sitting there talking, laughing, and apologizing to each other about the fight, (all of this before the movie, of course, we're not ghetto), and I hear someone calling my name from the row behind me. It ended up being the head hospice nurse that was in charge of calling in my mom's time of death.
A friend of mine said that it was my mom's way of saying "hi," and also making sure that her kids resolved their differences. I can agree with that. [img]smile.gif[/img]
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