Unnerving, creepy coincidence. I've been incommunicado for a while. Just switched to a new team at work and things are crazy and hectic, but good. Yesterday, though, something so weird happened that I felt compelled to share.
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My family moved here in 1992. My sister was 11, and during that year in school (5th grade?), one of her little 11 year old friends committed suicide. ELEVEN. So awful. It affects her to this day.
Here we are, fifteen years later, and my daughter now goes to the same elementary school that my sister went to. That's strange enough for a military brat like me who never spent more than 3-4 years in a place. Every week my daughter's class goes to the library and picks out a book to bring home and read. Last night I laid down with her to read the book (entitled "Turtles"), and when I opened the front cover, I freaked out a little. There was a sticker with an inscription:
This book was donated to the _______ Elementary School by Mrs. B and Mrs. B's PM class in honor of A.L. and in memory of S.L. on June 1, 1993.
S.L. was my sister's friend. Did something draw my daughter to that particular book, or is it just a coincidence? I don't know, but man. Chills.