Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Threes...

Death comes in threes. It may be an old superstition, but it sure rings true. Really, I'm not superstitious. I have broken mirrors and I do not worry if a black cat crosses my path. Okay, I don’t walk under ladders, but that just makes good sense from a safety perspective.

Yet, working in the long term care industry, deaths almost always come in threes. When there’s a death in a community, staff begins to wonder who will be next. Most don’t say anything about it. That way it may not come true. The week my mom died, we lost two others at work. A few years ago, we lost nine in one month. It was the hard on staff, residents and, of course, census.

Mind you, this is a bit tongue in cheek. I don’t like that I believe that death comes in threes. I don’t like being held to it. But it seems to work like that so much of the time. So, when some one I know dies, I cross my fingers and pray for everyone else I know and those who know those I know and those that know them.

2 comments:

Patrick Joubert Conlon said...

I don't think that's superstitious. I'm not at all superstitious but I also worked in hospitals for nealry 30 years and saw that death does come in threes. I was on night shift for years and most deaths occurred then. I've noticed for years that movie stars seem to always die in batches of three.

Assorted Babble by Suzie said...

I was brought up believing this same way...and it is weird b/c it usually turns out just like that. I do as you do though...pray and keep my fingers crossed when I hear of one I know that passes on.