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I received some bad news this week. The mother-in-law of my nephew who was diagnosed with cancer 4 years ago is no longer responding to chemotherapy. My nephew was working in California for a few years and his wife came back to Florida to her parents home attending to her mother's needs. Able to work remotely, my nephew rented an apartment this month near the residence of his wife's family, so they can be together in a time of need.

Rather than getting second and third hand information, I texted his wife who called me right back to give me the latest news. She said her mother is home with hospice nurses caring for her day and night. Pre-arrangements have been made with a funeral home and they are counting the days she has left.
Friends and family are encouraged to visit any time of the day and food is available to anyone who comes to visit.

Years ago, I met the woman at a Latin-style Christmas party in their house and at their daughter's wedding to my nephew. I think it's important I show up to visit her sooner than later.
Their house is in South Miami, about a 2 hour drive from me, so it's possible Easter Sunday or Monday.

I got to tell this...it is just too freaky not to tell.

Okay, on Monday, my dad and I go to the Chinese restaurant to eat. As we pay, as usual, they give us 2 fortune cookies.

I never open those things. I usually just put them in my car and they get thrown away.

Last night, Tuesday. I had this weird dream...one that woke me up in which I could not go back to sleep. I have not had one of these types of dreams in years. Somebody shot me in the face with a shotgun. I never had a dream like that.

Anyway, today...I am out visiting family. I went to my car for some reason and as I was in my car, I decided to grab the fortune cookies. I gave one to my brother and I opened the other.

I never told my brother nothing about anything. He reads the fortune I gave him....to himself...and he insists that fortune is mine. I am curious, so I go over and grab it from him and it reads, "your dream is going to come true."

....freaked the shit out of me.

Look at the sky
And tell me why
We can not fly
And touch the sky

Look at the moon
Make me your groom
You'll be my bride
Dressed in white

Please be my guide
In all dressed, in white
Guide me trough life
And be my whife

Let's be tugether
Now, till, forever
Let's shine together
Like stars, forever

Joseph Smith was killed by a mob in Carthage, Illinois, US on 27th June 1844, while awaiting trial.
He was mayor of the city of Nauvoo, Illinois, and had ordered the destruction of a printing works which had criticised him for polygamy and calling himself the theocratic king. Public outrage of this revelation resulted in the death of himself and his brother.
Apparently, according to Smith, God had made a commandment to have multiple wives. He always stated that he only had one wife, but reports are that he had 40.
Over 16 million Mormons exist worldwide.
You may wonder why.

Many people sell things due to their name or brand...and now introducing a Trump- Lee Greenwood Bible called "God Bless America Bible" and apparently Trump has many bibles...

In your journey down the hall,
Please wish me softly a goodnight call,
And as you close the bedroom door,
Gently, please, don't make it roar.

For as my eyelids slowly close,
I feel myself drift to repose,
And I begin to dream once more,
Of children's laughter I adore.

I miss them dearly as they played,
Their happiness, it never strayed,
They made me smile, they made me see,
The joy that comes from being free.

I loved to care for them each day,
To cherish them in every way,
To watch them grow, it was a sight,
But now they're angels in the night.

Among the stars they softly roam,
Guiding me through life's unknown,
Even through the darkest night,
They're angels now, among the light.

And I hope dearly, for someday,
We'll meet again, in some small way,
And then no one will say goodbye,
For none of us will ever fly

I only wish, we had more time
I wish that you, wold still by mine
I wish for things to just be fine
I didn't want, to cross the line

I didn't know what love can be
Untill my life turned in to we
Before all this, was only me
I wish i had your eyes to see

Exactly what you saw in me
That made you, change, us, in to we
My life is better, when youre with me
It's better then, it used to be

One time, superstitions were a daily part of life. Everyone believed in ghosts and other superstitious stuff. Generally not so much today because of our lifestyle and electronics. That don't mean however that the old timers were totally wrong. There is more to things than we can explain and just because we can't explain it, it doesn't mean its not there.

I had a great uncle who could stop blood. True, no bullshit, he really could stop a person from bleeding just by focusing on the cut and saying something to himself, the bleeding would stop no matter how bad the cut was. He never did tell anyone how to do it (I think it was part of a stipulation for learning it originally). There have been many cases where people went to him with a bad cut and he stopped the bleeding. Well known around the area.

My hands used to be covered in warts when I was young. I grew up in the very tail end of the old ways and a few of those superstitions were still around. One I used to hear was to count your warts, put that many rocks in a bag, stand back on to the woods, toss the bag behind your shoulder, don't look back, and in that many days, your warts will be gone. I done it one day, counted the warts, put the rocks in the bag, tossed them in the woods standing back on and walked away not looking back. I never kept track of the days or anything as I just got back to my normal routine and had forgotten I done it. In a week or so time, I had something in my hand and I had to look twice, my hands were wart free, and not only that, I never had a wart come back again since.

I had a classmate who grew up in a haunted house. Been lots of witnesses to wild shit happening in that house. It was eventually torn down as you couldn't live any kind of a normal life in the house, crazy paranormal activity.

Friend of mine lived in a haunted place in her younger years, she used to see a shadow man wearing a hat among other things. Her family had to get out of it and into a new house.

I would never actively pursue any kind of paranormal activity as you could open the door for more than you bargained for but always had a passing interest. When one person tells you about a sighting, its easy to dismiss it but when 10 people tell you about the same sighting, there may be more to it.