Bad Things Come In...

Growing up, my mother always used to tell us that bad things came in threes and I would hazard to say that for the most part, she was right. She had this old-country wisdom in her eyes when she forewarned of more troubles after a sudden misfortune, accident or loss.

Even today, I shudder at the thought of someone close dying, knowing two more deaths are imminent.

In the last three months, three of my dear friends lost their fathers; two were sure to happen and the one was unexpected.

I comfort all of them, well versed in this same tragic loss and then by will and not force, I call my mother and tell her that she's always right.