We never know when it is our time to go - - - but my father did. On a Saturday, he walked around the little town where he lived and told everyone goodbye. He told the postmistress he would never see her again. She said 'Oh, yes, you will! '
He got sick the next day and died on Monday. He never saw her again.
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We never know when it is our time to go - - - but my father did. On a Saturday, he walked around the little town where he lived and told everyone goodbye. He told the postmistress he would never see her again. She said 'Oh, yes, you will! ' He got sick the next day and died on Monday. He never saw her again.