It was a habit that he first showed at my mother’s 67th birthday party. She was remarkably healthy for her age, as she always had been. When my family - me, my wife, and my son Jeremy - decided to leave, naturally we said goodbye to my mom.
She hugged Jeremy and said to him, “I love you! Grandma can’t wait to see you again.”
Jeremy’s smile turned to a flat line. He simply replied, “This is the last time I’m going to see you, grandma.” My mother laughed uncomfortably and looked up at me. I didn’t know what to say.
Three days later, my mother passed away in her sleep. The examiner just said it was of natural causes. At her funeral, my son showed his habit again.
He was talking to my uncle Lenny, well rather Lenny was talking to him. In the middle of Lenny’s story of how he lost his left index finger, Jeremy interrupted, “This is the last time I’m going to see you, uncle Lenny.”
Sure enough, Uncle Lenny passed away two days later. After his funeral, my sister Janice was playing a game with him. Jeremy was erupting with laughter, but it was cut short by him saying, “Auntie, this is the last time I’m going to see you.”
Janice passed away the next day. Same thing with our mom and uncle: just passed away in her sleep. All of this took place over the course of two weeks about 2 months ago.
My mind was all over the place. I couldn’t even correlate what my son was saying and how my loved ones passed shortly after. After he stopped saying it to people, I figured it was over. I wish I gave myself time to try and figure whatever it was out, because I don’t know what to do at the moment.
You see, I just tucked my son in and right after I said good night, he said, “Daddy, this is the last time you’re going to see me.”