Thursday, June 24, 2010

Mirror Synchronicity: Cemetery

This is really two synchronicities in one, which I love!

My friend Janna flew in tonight from Chicago to attend the Association for Gravestone Studies (AGS) conference. I had met Janna at the death education conference and had kept in touch but I do not know her well. I mention this because when Janna decided to attend this conference in my hometown, I offered to pick her up from the airport and it was important to me to not be late. Her flight got in at 9:50 p.m.

I had a really long day so I decided to lay down for a nap at 7:00 p.m. thinking I would sleep for about an hour. I woke up when my phone rang at 9:35. It was the exact amount of time I needed to get to the airport. In a panic, I answered the phone call from my dad and quickly told him I didn't have time to talk and I would call him back in a little while.

Thanks to my dad's phone call which woke me up, I managed to make it to the airport in a reasonable amount of time. While I was driving Janna to the conference location, my dad called again. Not wanting to be rude to Janna, I didn't pick up the phone.

Once I dropped off Janna, I saw that my dad had called after 11:00, which is quite late for him. I realized he must really want to talk to me. When I called him back the urgent question was:

I'm at the family reunion and I need to know tonight, do you want to be buried in the family plot?

He apologized for such an on-the-spot morbid question, but I had to laugh, since I had just had a long conversation during the drive with Janna about death and dying and memorials before I dropped her off at a conference about cemetery inscriptions!

So really, there were two synchronicities here - the timing of the phone call (Directional synchronicity telling me to get up and get going) and also the subject of the phone call coinciding with the purpose for me ignoring the phone call (Mirror synchronicity about cemeteries and memorializing the dead).


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Good one!

Tom Skinner said...

Little things like this happens all the time...