The Strange Coincidences Archive

My life has been filled with coincidences.

Back when Princess Diana died, my son and I talked about death and tragedy coming in threes. Soon after Diana’s death, Mother Teresa died. My son and I speculated who would be the third.

We determined that it would have to be some high profile person, who was also a humanitarian. I popped out with “John Denver,” and quickly retracted what I said. “Too terrible to even joke about!” I said, since I’m a huge John Denver fan. Sadly, it turned out to be true. Just a few weeks after my son and I had that last conversation, John Denver died in his plane crash. Although his death didn’t occur right on the heels of the other two, his death did end up being the third.

My son, who has a fun sense of humor likes to tease me and say, “You killed John Denver, Mom!!”

I have long been interested in genealogy. As a little girl, I often asked my father about our family tree. He always said the same thing: Don’t go digging…you might find out something you don’t want to know. Years later, I began researching my father’s side of the family and found some strange coincidences.

My great-grandmother, Ellie, married a man named Jonathon. A few generations later, the man I married was also named Jonathon. Great grandfather Jonathon died on October 10 at the age of 37, leaving Ellie to raise 4 kids alone. My Jonathon died at the age of 37 and left me to raise 4 kids alone. My father, Ellie’s and Jonathon’s grandson, was born on October 10…the date my great grandfather died, only many years later. Ellie was three years older than her Jonathon, making her a widow at 40. I was three years older than my Jonathon, which made me 40 years old at the time of his death. Ellie’s and Jonathon’s son, my grandfather, died on November 2. My Jonathon died on November 2, also…only many years later.

There was also a great mystery surrounding my father’s side of the family…something no one spoke of…so I never knew his grandmother’s name. It was a family secret, it seems. My youngest child is named Annie Marie. I recently found the secret grandmother as I was doing my genealogy. Her name? Annie Mary.

All of this is true. It was one of the strangest things to realize that I had so much in common with my great grandmother and my other ancestors. Talk about feeling connected to my roots!

This account isn’t nearly as strange as the one about my ancestors, but still…it is kind of weird.

My kids and I stayed in the same small town where we lived when my husband died. Everyone knows everyone, so practically everything gets noticed.

My youngest daughter and I have always had a close connection.

My kids and I often went to the small store on the corner, a mile or so from where we lived. We would buy candy bars, soft drinks, chips, that sort of thing. We never bought Laffy Taffy.

One day, I went to the store and suddenly lost my appetite for chocolate, so I bought a Laffy Taffy. When I went to the checkstand, the young man who was a family friend said, “Now that’s weird. Your daughter was just in here, and she bought some Laffy Taffy too.” I commented that it was strange, since we never by Laffy Taffy, and he said, “I know. That’s what makes it so weird. But she bought watermelon and you bought banana.” That was about 6 years ago.

Recently, this same daughter, who lives in another state, called to tell me she was engaged. She told me to go to her myspace profile and I could see the ring she picked out. Much to my surprise…but not really because of how we are…she had picked out a ring almost exactly like the one my fiance gave me, which she had not seen, and it is one of a fairly unique design. The only difference is that her ring is white gold and mine is yellow gold, and hers has 4 more small diamonds than mine has.

The man I am now engaged to is a former high school classmate. We weren’t close friends back then, but we did know each other. A couple of years ago, I found his name on classmates.com and I wrote to him. Through the course of our correspondence, we discovered that we had several things in common.

He drives a truck, and so do I, but his is a Chevy and mine is a Ford. His phone number at the time was almost like mine, except for the prefix and area code. Our favorite food items at Wendy’s are the same: Two thousand miles and 35 years apart, we were both buying chili and a junior bacon cheeseburger. We both ate our Subway sandwiches on a wheat bun. We both are deeply involved with photography. He described a tummy discomfort as feeling like a hair ball, which is how I often described my tummy ailments. I had always wanted a tennis bracelet and spent a lot of time drooling over the ones I saw in catalogs or at the jewelry store. When he and I got together at Christmas, he had bought a tennis bracelet for me as a Christmas gift. There are many more things like this that we have in common, but for us, the strangest one is that we are not married, but we have the same last name because my deceased husband’s last name was the same as my fiance’s. It’s all very strange, and it’s all completely true.

It’s not too much of a coincidence, but here it is.

I remember when i was very young, we had tv in the basement. One day, our VCR was installed downstairs temporarily. I decided to insert a video cassette and it played an episode of The Price is Right. Shortly after, I stopped the video playback which caused the system to go back to cable tv. I was amazed when saw the exact same episode playing at the same position where I had stopped the video. (It must have been a rerun from the day before)

My mom got an 1998 Ford Aerostar Van recently and when we looked on the inside, It had a inscription of my birthdate, First Initial and Last Name, and we had just eaten at Burger King(via drive through) before so it said this:
02/08/94
R. Uchihara
BK Drive
I’m not kidding either.

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Kind of Sad but freaky.

Well this year i got back from being Overseas (no real relevence) other than there was no driving allowed there for us soldiers. I got home in September.

In December i got a phone call from my dad. My cousin had died in a car acciedent going to see his girlfriend. He’s from Missouri, so none of my friends know him.

That same day My best friend called me to tell me she had gotten a DUI.

About 2 weeks after that the girl i bunked with on my overseas tour called me to tell me she was in Jail for a DUI. She didn’t know my best friend or my cousin.

When i told my mom about this, she said good… that was three. Bad things come in threes, so it’s over.

Well a week after that, the guy i was starting to date/talking to… died in a car accident going to see his ex girlfriend. He did not know any of the previous three as i had just started to get more serious with him.

All four did not know eachother. I started to worry. If bad things come in threes then what was next? 2 DUIs and TWO car accidents causing death.

I started to think of all my friends i had left that did not know any of the previous four. I could not think of anyone.

About a week after my semi-boyfriend died i had a dream. I was drinking and i got in my car to drive to see my ex boyfriend. I was upset about all that had happend in the last month, I got into a horrible car accident and faced DUI charges, the next day, i died in the hospital. I made up the third DUI and the Third Death from a Car accident. I was terrified to drive for a good while. :(

A couple years ago, I was in my school library when a girl approached me, asking for help. She was a foreign exchange student and wanted to find a novel by Margaret Mitchell, so I looked through the shelves and found the book for her: Gone With the Wind.

The next day, my English teacher was going through a list of November facts, using them to ask questions for extra credit. After a while of some simple questions about birthstones and whatnot, she started going over dates and mentioned Margaret Mitchell’s birthday. As an extra credit question, she asked what famous novel did Mitchell write.

I was the only student in the room who knew. I guess when you do good things, good things will come to you.

My sister had lived in a very old style mansion house for over 17 years and to be honest ..the place always gave me the creeps despite the fact my sister and her family made it as wecoming and homely as possible
During a spot of re decorating my sister and I moved an old marble fireplace that hadnt been moved since her family moved into the property. Behind the fireplace she found a dusty old postcard sent in 1957 to one of the previous owners. The date the date the month astonished us both…it was 23rd Sept 1997. It was the same day of the month…excactly 50 years later.
When my sister and her family moved from the property a few years later ,the carved sign with the family name inscribed on it , fell from its secured postion on the wall at the side of the door as she closed the door to lock it over for the very last time.