As much as I like a good yarn I am bound to declare there isn’t anything attaching to coincidence except perhaps what we make of it. Certainly there’s no metaphysical or abstruse significance. Nonetheless the unfathomable import attaching to commonality is neither irrelevant nor entirely negligible – no matter by what reasoning or spirituality it is arrived at. Take today for example, April 8th, it’s my sister’s 70th birthday (which I suppose is momentous enough on its own). But neither can I escape the still lingering recollection of my father’s death on this day in 2014 as he approached his 96th birthday on August 17. Quite apart from anything else promoted by his memory, I shall forever be grateful that he had such a long and productive life. It was only in the very lateral stage of his life that he showed any sign of ruinous declension from aging. Indeed I was surprised to learn that he had died in his sleep – in what I shall presume conveniently or otherwise was a peaceful passing (if indeed Nature affords such poetic privilege). In any event I believe my niece Jennifer was with him the night he died; and that alone is an enormous blessing since he and she were close. So you can see this one day – with the benefit of coincidence and some necessary extrapolation – encompasses three uniquely important persons, my father, my sole sibling and my god-daughter.
