tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post4575695864841670203..comments2024-03-25T12:21:56.752-05:00Comments on Sweethearts Of The West: A TALE OF TWO BOOKSCaroline Clemmonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14914658854159456335noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-34016171893920697922017-07-23T11:43:01.095-05:002017-07-23T11:43:01.095-05:00Sarah--I like your theory, and probably a synchron...Sarah--I like your theory, and probably a synchronicity of some sort has happened to all of us. In this case, though, Katherine had died recently and at that point I did not have this book. The one I did have, which looked identical, and was by the same author, was about a bachelor and his falling in love.<br />So at the friends gathering, the small book caught my attention only because on the outside, it was an exact duplicate--except for the title. <br />Strange that both Katherine and I owned one of these identical books is a bit eerie. <br />Hope this makes sense!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-86677450158854752272017-07-22T20:42:33.306-05:002017-07-22T20:42:33.306-05:00I remember this story from another time and though...I remember this story from another time and thought about the synchronicity of that event as if Katherine was of the same mind as you. It's like a spark of electricity racing through your body when that happens. It has only happened to me once. My ex-husband and I had been to the funeral of a mutual friend, We had not seen or heard from each other in 13 years. I felt compelled to send him a card with a personal note and mailed it. Turned out he had felt that same inexplicable urging. We received our cards on the same day. I finally felt at peace. Sarah J. McNealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17749991094677728042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-32098302425351871982017-07-22T19:06:54.650-05:002017-07-22T19:06:54.650-05:00I like your comment, Connie. Thanks.
I like your comment, Connie. Thanks.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-58888948597850308192017-07-22T18:58:18.834-05:002017-07-22T18:58:18.834-05:00I call this God-incidences. I do believe God has o...I call this God-incidences. I do believe God has our lives planned for us.imabrassy1https://www.blogger.com/profile/03223797888059301264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-43173087279688093882017-07-22T09:34:22.704-05:002017-07-22T09:34:22.704-05:00Lyn--thanks for your comment. This event is one of...Lyn--thanks for your comment. This event is one of those things I can never describe--coincidence? random occurrence? or something meant to be? I admit I usually say "it was meant to happen," not really knowing how I feel about the event.<br />Remember, I had never seen the book that belonged to Katherine. Yet it was the one I found in a small dusty book store. The lights were dim in there, and with only one window, I had to squint to read titles. I was not looking for anything in particular. This book was on the bottom shelf...as in, almost touching the floor. I had no idea why I bought it--until years later.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822452633282744192.post-24981674537938487172017-07-22T09:23:59.535-05:002017-07-22T09:23:59.535-05:00Touching post Celia. Katherine was obviously a spe...Touching post Celia. Katherine was obviously a special woman. About coincidences, I don't believe in them. I believe things happen as they are meant to happen. Call it fate or the design laid down by a higher power.<br /><br />I came to this conclusion not long after moving to Texas, following the most stressful period in my life. This involved the death of my mother from cancer while Hubby and I were being forced to move due to job demands, and my father's diagnosis with another type of cancer only months after our move to the Houston area, where he lived. (My folks had been separated for years but not divorced.) I won't go into the details here -- read all about it in my memoir, Six Cats In My Kitchen -- but the circumstances firmly convinced me there is no such thing as coincidence, at least in the big things in life. Thank you for reminding me of that!Lyn Hornerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05596495172490672271noreply@blogger.com