Sychronicity !

Six years ago in early November my mother called to tell me she was scheduled to undergo surgical repair of an abdominal aortic aneurysm.She was 78. I experienced an intuitive conviction that she would die. She did, after a long, harrowing series of surgical complications and a half dozen return trips to the OR during a three month ICU stay.I flew home to visit with her during the Thanksgiving week before her surgery. In her guest room she had a broken antique mantle clock given to her by a friend just before he died.I love to fix things, so I was studying the clock on my first day there. It became apparent to me that the problem was that the clock hands were so worn that they no longer moved consistently on the clockwork shaft.Just at the moment I reached that conclusion, my mother spoke from the doorway behind me: "I knew you'd want to fix that clock. I think it just needs new hands. I ordered some."The doorbell rang. It was the mailman with a package requiring a signature for confirmed delivery: the new clock hands.A few months later, during a period when I drove weekly from the East Coast to Indiana and back again to visit her in the ICU, I received a call from my sister: my mother had regained consciousness after a three week coma, and was being moved from the ICU--she was going to be okay.I had a sudden vision of that clock along with the certainty that she wasn't going to be okay: her complications would recur, worsen, and she would die within weeks; I also experienced an overpowering certainty that my own death would follow surgery. Her life support was turned off two weeks later.I've had four major surgeries since then, and every time I slip under anesthesia, I see that clock.Edited by Omnivorous, : No reason given.Edited by Omnivorous, : No reason given.