Right Place. Right Time. Surreal.

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Serendipity is such a thing. I wrote last week about learning of the death of a writer- a longago acquaintance, son of my first mentor in law and much of real life. Around the time of that post, I found his mother on Facebook. Despite knowing full the vagaries of messaging that way, I tried sending one, with my deepest sympathies and some of my recollections of both father and son.

Just yesterday, I got a kind and appreciative reply to that message from Margie.  And then the weird stuff happened.

Today's a mostly Rochester day- the place I know that family from. I had a layover between things this afternoon, and so I volunteered to take the local office's deposits to the bank, since I had one of my own left over from yesterday to put in.  Instead of the closest M&T branch, I chose another one, for a reason that, in the end, made no sense- and yet it did.

Brett's deposit slips were all filled out, but as usual, I'd just grabbed one of my own along with the one check, and took them to the stand by the entrance to fill it out. There, under my nose, was a book of checks, lying on the counter.  In the joint first names of Howard and Marguerite- and the same, uncommon, last name as the boss I lost long ago and their son lost to us a month ago.

I'd met Howard a few times- he was the longtime D.A. in this county, and his father was Lloyd's paternal uncle- but while I vaguely remembered his wife's name, I don't think I'd ever met her.  Until today- I called out the name on the checks and their owner turned from the teller, wondering who was calling it. I handed her the checks, and then explained that I'd just been in touch with Margie in the past few days. She instantly knew why I'd been in contact with her, and the sadness came back all over again.

The odds of this happening are as infinitesmal as the real relevance in the happenstance. Yet it somehow makes me feel sadder, and yet better, at the same time.

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