Earlier in the day (3 Feb) I contemplated the news of three years prior when my father passed away. I thought about sharing the eulogy I had written for him and spoke at his service a few days later. It remains one of the most read things I have ever posted on my website. But life gets in the way and I proceeded on to think of him but not write.

Until about 2300, or 11 pm for those not comfortable with the 24-hour clock. Ginger called to tell me that her mother had passed. Three years to the day and at nearly the same time of day. Even though her relationship with us was estranged, emotions roll, thoughts collide, and actions stall. Phone calls, text messages, WhatsApp messages and calls, Facebook Messenger messages and calls, FaceTime calls, the communication methods go on and on. It boils down to calls, texts, and messages galore.

The upcoming autopsy will reveal she died of hate and maliciousness. Meanwhile, Ginger will tell me my filter isn’t on because I said that out loud.

I recall a time back in the mid-80s when several relatives passed away at the same time of year. Mama Kay and Mama Byrd passed on 30 Nov of 83 and 84, respectively. It made my Mom dread National Holiday Month for many years. I do not believe I will have a similar reaction to this event, but only time will tell. As I relayed the news to Lizi that her Grandmother passed on the three-year anniversary of Pawpaw’s passing, she made the quote of the day. It was a very Jeanette thing for her to try to steal his day.