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.