If we’re telling stories…
When I was a kid our nextdoor neighbor was a clock guy, he had clocks on every wall in his house and could repair anything. We ended up with my mother in law’s antique cuckoo clock that needed repair. By this time that neighbor had moved to Florida so we sent him the clock and he restored it. It hung on our wall for years. One day it just quit working, could not get it going. I called my parents and asked if they could get a hold of him. He died the day the clock quit working. We never had it repaired.
My best friend ended up with lung cancer, my wife and I were his only family. One day while he was in a rehab place trying one last time to get strong enough for treatment he was staring out the window for quite some time, he finally asked me who that man was that had been watching him. I looked out the window and saw nothing. I even went over to his bed to look from the same angle thinking there was a shadow or a branch or something. Nothing, oh, and we were on the second floor with no balcony.
That friend turned out to be our guardian angel.
