My maternal great grandmother,
and grandmother were,
so I’m told,
actual mediums.
They could read signs
and tell the future.
My mother claimed that ability as well,
and I saw and know of some things she did
that have proven out.
One thing she said to me,
when I was in junior high school,
was this:
“You were born on a Sunday,
and you will die on a Sunday.”
That was, and still is,
a bit unnerving to me.
Today is Sunday.

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