True Story:
As I was making my bed around 9:30am in San Francisco on Monday, February 4th, I thought about my aging parents (Josh’s grandparents) and how I was grateful that Josh was living with them. It gave me a sense of peace to know that he was in the same house as them incase anything unexpectedly happened. I then remembered when Theresa was pregnant. I was working at Wieboldt’s - a large department chain that has since gone out of business. My parents and I used my employee discount to purchase a bassinet, baby blankets, onesie pajamas and other infant items for Theresa’s new baby boy (Josh). I recalled these memories as I finished making my bed. Several hours later my father called me to say that he had found Josh on the bedroom floor of Josh’s room and he was dead. Illinois is 2 hours ahead of California, so when I thought about Josh it was 9:30am (my time) and it was 11:30am in Illinois, the approximate time my father discovered that Josh had passed away.
I’m telling this story for those who believe in God, Heaven and/or the spiritual realm. There is noway it can be a coincidence that I randomly thought about Josh on the exact day that he passed away. I believe something greater than we can explain on earth had me thinking about the day Josh was born - on the same day and approximate time that he was found by my father on the floor of his bedroom.
I hope my story brings you some peace that Josh is in a better place.
Josh was a good boy, a polite young man and a wonderful person that happened to have lost his way, but I now feel that he has finally found comfort and the peace that he so desperately searched for in life. I know he's in heaven looking after those he loves.
I send my deepest sympathy to Josh’s family for their loss.
Love,
Josh’s Uncle Darrel
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