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Three Losses

What a week.  Does anyone believe in the saying that "Death comes in threes"?    I do.   I have also heard that you just get to three and stop counting.   Maybe.   But I think it comes in threes.   You do stop counting after three, but it seems it's because the span of time after the three deaths is very long in between.   That's why I believe that death comes in threes.

Susie:   Susie lived in my tiny apartment community, Ramey Apartments, in El Paso, Texas.  She was cool.  She was 91, same age as my grandmother, but walked all over El Paso.  That's what led to her demise.   She was crossing the street and a mail truck downtown ran over her with his front tire.   Yeah.  Horrible way to go.   Man.   But she was doing what she loved.  Walking. 

Manny:  Oh, Manny.   Manny was the best.   He never met anyone he didn't have a great big smile for.   I met him working in El Paso at the Federal Courthouse.   Manny loved basketball and played all the time.   I'd tell him, "I'm trying to exercise more, Manny.  Maybe I'll start jump roping again." 

He'd say, "Do it.  I play basketball.  Oh, it feels good."   And he'd smiled.  

Manny went to play basketball after work.  He had a heart attack, but he was doing what he loved.  Basketball.

Edith:  Edith was my friend's mother.  She loved her family.  She lived to be 92 also.  She wasn't aging as well as she could.   Time finally took her away.  Her family by her side.  She was doing what she love.   Being with family.





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