Predicting Death

I have to tell you something... it may sound fake or completely bonkers, but I swear to you it's the honest truth... my family can predict death, well not my whole family, just my mum and I. Nobody else (that I know of) has ever done this other than us.

I have only ever done it once, about half way through last year. I was at my grandparents house because it was Wednesday and we always go and see them on Wednesdays. I went outside to get a drink from the fridge in the garage. I opened the door of the fridge to retrieve my drink then closed the door making sure I was careful, as there were and still are glasses in the side door. I started walking back inside when their dog jumped up to me because she wanted attention. I knelt down and began to pet Bijou (my grandpa's dog), she lost her twin sister Silvie (my grandma's dog) a couple months back. She was very sick.

As I pet her I started thinking about how sick she was and how sad she must feel over her sister's death... I have no idea why. I began to think her time was almost up, as she was sick too. It made me melancholy to think about her death, but I just couldn't seem to help it. The next time I saw my grandparents, they told us that Bijou had passed away. They took her to the vet and the vet said that she would not get better and that she was in pain. That the best thing to do was to put her out of her pain by putting her down. They decided it was time to say goodbye and let the vet take her.

They never told us that they were going to put her down, not until it was done. I understand it could have been a coincidence, but I swear I had never thought about her death prior to that last day I saw Bijou. It just felt strange that day. Strange in a way that I can't explain. That was the only time that I predicted death, and I hate to say it, but it may not be the last.

My mum, however, has predicted many more, she's the real strange one. She predicted my first cat's death. Two days before she said something like Razzy (our old cat) is getting so old, I think she might die soon. Just two days later, Razzy got hit by a car and died. She also did it with our dog, Monty, said something like what she said about Razzy. Two days later I wake up only to find that Monty wouldn't wake up, later we learned that he died of a heart attack in his sleep.

Mum predicted the neighbour's death too, his name was Teddy, i'm not quite sure if that was his real name or just a nickname, but he was a very lovely person. I'm not really sure of how he died, but I think it may have been a heart attack too. Then she said something along the lines of so many great celebrities are getting so old, I would be so sad if they died. Next thing I know a whole bunch a great celebrities died. Just a few being Prince, Alan Rickman, David Bowie, Carrie Fisher and Dorris Roberts. I could go on, but I wont.

My point is, my mum is something special, not psychic, but different. We both are and we're proud of it. We can't control it and say something like "oh you're going to die" intentionally. If we do, nothing happens apart from us just sounding stupid. Whenever my mum says those condemning words again my sister and I always tell her to 'touch wood' and for some reason she decides to put her hand on her head and say it. I don't understand it and I don't think I ever will.