The Angel Of Death Is Visiting Us For Christmas

Our family has this family friend from Mexico who I remember visiting us since I was a child. I'll call her N. N is actually the child of a good friend of my 86 year old Aunt C. I remember N sometime stayed at our house. She was anorexic back then. I remember seeing her bones stick out in the oddest places. N would take a tall glass, put a tiny amount of orange juice in, then fill the rest with water and that would be her breakfast. Everyone would try to get her to eat more and no one ever succeeded. I was sure she was going to make herself ill or worse. The last time I saw N was when I was 19 years old. My Aunt C kept in touch with her all these years through letters (snail mail...I know!) and we heard about her life through my aunt. Eventually she got married and had two sons. She's a teaches English. And I'm guessing she's not anorexic anymore. N is at least 10 years older than I am and I just turned 50 this month. A few weeks ago we got word that N's sons are sending her here for a visit this week and she'll be staying with my 86 year old Aunt C. It's nice and strange at the same time. Strange because my aunt can no longer drive, hear or see like she used to. She is also always getting sick, and falling down. Now maybe N doesn't know any of this? Okay, I can believe that my aunt never told her any of this, but N should have taken into account that Aunt C is 86 Years Old and probably can't do a lot of things she used to be able to do! Right?
Then we found out that N is arriving at L.A.X. at 11:30P.M.! Did she think my 86 Year Old aunt was going to be able to pick her up at that time? That she would be safe? Seriously, what is this woman thinking?! Obviously she is not. My aunt asked my brother if he would pick N up at that time and he agreed.
Now here is the even stranger part to this story....
My Aunt C told the family that every time N visited us, that someone in our family dies!
*silent pause*
Yes, dies!
Aunt C named a few names but the last two times N visited I knew the people who died.
One was my grandmother aka my mom's and Aunt C's mother and the other was my grandfather aka my mom's and Aunt C's father!
Holy Shit! That's what I said!
Then my mother said, "oh my gosh, N is the angel of death! And now she's coming to visit your Aunt C and your Aunt C's health is failing, What if your Aunt C dies during N's visit? Oh my gosh, she's the angel of death!!!"
Well, I've been hearing my mom call N the angel of death too many times now and needless to say it's destroyed every last nerve I've had. I've told her to call N up and tell her not to come over but she says it's not her place. I said I'll do it but she won't give me her number and I don't know N's last name or the city she lives in. Oh why didn't I pay closer attention to those letters aunt C told me about.
*deep breath*
Okay. Okay. Maybe panic mode isn't the way to go here, right? Maybe those deaths and N's visits are just coincidences? Yes, they have to be...they have to be...they have to be....
And I believe in Santa Claus too.
Merry Christmas Everyone!