On my 11th birthday the space shuttle crashed.
When the cute boy that I liked told me I said, "It's my birthday, it couldn't have."
How naive was I?
The night I celebrated my 28th birthday another space shuttle crashed. More than one friend made a comment about my birthday having some sort of power on the American space program. Honestly, every time I hear about a space shuttle launch I pray that it isn't anywhere near my birthday.
How sick is that?
So we all know what happened when I tried to celebrate my 35th at the beginning of the month. Did I mention that my neighbour shared the same birthday as me?
So this morning while I was driving home from yoga I called Mr. JB and he gave me the sad news that his uncle died. We knew that it was going to happen sooner rather than later. We visited him a month ago in the hospital and he was barely conscious because of the pain that he was in. But as soon as I heard that he passed away I thought, "My cursed birthday."
There isn't going to be a funeral. He's going to be cremated and then Mr. JB's aunt will have a memorial closer to his birthday in the spring. One of his daughters lives out west and she's been back and forth quite a few times since he was diagnosed with cancer and his other daughter is quite busy with work.
Needless to say, please pray for Mr. JB's aunt and her family. We know that he was suffering and that he is in a better place. When we visited him in the hospital Mr. JB's aunt was feeling optimistic and she even said, "He doesn't look like a man that's dying, does he?"
He didn't, at least I didn't think so then. My neighbour didn't look like he was dying either.
Oh Lord, could we get a break over here?