Some things just don't fit into tidy little boxes, so I apologize for my lack of thread continuity in advance. Today, my younger sister died from the complications associated with her chemo threapy. (Our metabolism is probably much the same, mind you I never go out for fast food.) The odd thing is that I had fore-knowledge, since way back in '72. This came from an elderly African-American, widely known in the Delta for being a faith-healer and a seer.
She told me I would die just after my sister, (but didn't make reference to which one.) In fact, she didn't say the date, only that I would have a heart attack at age 55. From that day forward, I have never forgotten a menacing, recurring dream, always repeating the number 6/01/09. -Just before I turn 56! I say all this just in case anyone wonders why I'm ready to hit the high seas, and rediscover my roots in some place like Bali.
On a sad, minor chord, Kurt Vonnegut also died today. He was a really old codger. Always true to form, but somewhat less effective as time wore on. I always liked his futuristic predictions, until they started coming true.
That's pretty much why I haven't been myself lately. And I won't have much time to correspond for a while. Thanks for your blessings. Happy sailing.
