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!

Five Days After

Five days after my release from the hospital, I am feeling more normal physically than I have in months! I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to do anything at all and not get out of breath. Well, okay, most of you already know how it feels to be able to breathe without severe asthma, but I had it so badly that I could not remember how it felt to breathe without any difficulty. I am forever grateful for the prayers from family, friends and twitter, for the Eucharistic Ministers who gave me Holy Communion in my room & prayed with me, and the hospital staff for helping me recover both physically, and spiritually during my stay last week. All of you who helped with what I just mentioned; I carry you in my heart and prayers forever.
This Friday I will have my first appointment with the pulmonologist who I hope will keep me breathing well from now on.
As for being home and recovering...that's always a drag. I'm sun-sensitive with the medications I'm taking so I can only go out early in the day or at night time. R and my son have been renting movies from the Red Box, which I think is our new love, heh! And I have books to do research with.
And then....there is the shadow man making his appearance again. I saw him as soon as I arrived home from the hospital that night. I sat in my recliner and he walked right in front of the front door again. It was kind of like a welcome home thing...I think. I also saw...well, I'm not sure exactly what it was, but it was the third time I saw it...it being a shadowy figure that was...Orange! Yeah, orange. I know. Weird, right? I remember the first time I saw this orange figure. My son had come home and walked across the room which was two room in front of me and then I saw an orange figure walk behind him. My son walked back the opposite way to his room and I waited for the orange figure to walk after him...thinking of course that it was a friend of my son's wearing an orange jacket. My son came back to say bye to me and I asked him where his friend was. He gave me a weird look and said no one came in with him so I told him what I saw and he got a little weirded out that something was following him. The second time I saw this orange figure it was around some other family members in the same room...the dining room. I still don't know what it is. It is slightly human form but not quite, but it also moves quickly so it's hard to see the complete shape. Sometimes I wonder if it is an angel but I have no way of know for sure. But it also seemed to welcome me back last week when I returned from the hospital. Heck, it's always nice to be welcomed home! :-)