As my cookies dry today and I scramble to clean the house for unexpected company this weekend, I have a bizarre story to share with you.  Whether you’re a believer in an after life or in just random unexplained happenings, you’ll probably find this odd.

 

It happened as my husband, Rob, and I were driving up north a couple weeks ago for the parents weekend for our son’s fraternity (two posts ago).  We were driving up the 405 freeway which takes us past LAX and into the west side of LA. 

 

As Rob was inching our way through the traffic I was enjoying the radio without a thought in my mind just looking out the window.  I noticed green hills to the side not far from the freeway. I began having a self conversation and silently asked, “I wonder if that’s a golf course”, thinking it was an unusual place for it to be.  As we drove further I noticed the green hills had evenly spaced indentations and it dawned on me it was a cemetery.  Just then, a loud silent voice put two words in my head… “Milton Berle!”  

 

It was very distinct with no other words, images or clutter and was so unexpected that it startled me.

 

I continued to look over at the cemetery wondering what that was all about and thought that was one of the most bizarre and weirdly random occurrences I’ve experienced.  I noticed as we continued past the cemetery there was a tall sign with a Star of David on top and the name of the cemetery – Hillside Memorial Park.

 

I turned to Rob and told him what had just happened.  I said, “I wonder if he’s buried there.  It wouldn’t surprise me.”  I couldn’t wait to check the internet when we reached our destination because sadly, I do not have a smart phone. (That was for my husband because my birthday is coming up)  🙂

 

Guess where Uncle Miltie is buried… you guessed it.

 

Also, when we arrived at the motel we always stay at in this college town, we found ourselves in the same room we were in the night of our horrible drunk driving accident almost a year to the day.  Another odd occurrence just a few hours after the first.

 

I tried to make sense out of both of these ‘coincidences’, as some people believe there are none.  I told Rob we should look at getting the same room as healing.  Even though we have gone through so much this past year emotionally and physically where unfortunately, he will be getting a full hip replacement this summer from his injuries sustained from being hit straight on, I felt the coincidence told us life goes on, we’ll be okay, we have survived and will continue to do so.

 

As for Milton, I still don’t know why I was involved in that.  Maybe Uncle Miltie was telling me the show must go on, don’t take life so seriously or he’s still playing to an audience.