Coincedence or a Sign

On Dec 14th 2009 it will be a year since a dear friend and work mate of my husbands died in a top dressing plane crash. There was really nothing about that day, my husband and Kevin went off to work to sow fertiliser just like many other days. Only thing we had planned was to take our grandson to the club Christmas party that afternoon and they planned on being finished in plenty of time. About 10am or so I got a phone call to say Kevin was having trouble with his plane and had gone to see the engineers and would probably come back with another plane so they wouldn't be finished as early as they thought but still in time for the party. I was spending the morning doing dishes and getting the new bedroom drapes ready for hanging. About noon the phone went again and it was my husband. All he said is Kevin is fucked. I knew exactly what that meant and all I said is I'm on my way. I knew I had to be there to give him support. It wasn't until later that different aspects of events came to mind which I found strange and unexplainable. Not long before that phone call I heard a crash in the kitchen and went to investigate. I had washed two wine glasses and for no reason that I could see one was broken. I didn't really give it any thought other than oh great now I only have one of that kind. Then I went back up to the bedroom to carry on hanging the drapes. The color of these drapes was brown. Kevin's last name was Brown. When I got out to the car to head to the airstrip where my husband was I noticed the small duck that hung off the back side window had fallen off. (First time that had ever happened) Three years earlier Kevin had won that at the local A & P Show and gave it to me. At this stage I wasn't giving any of this any thought but at his funeral it really poured with rain and the clouds were so low that one of the flights was diverted. On that flight were people I knew from conversations with Kevin he would not have wanted there. Unfortunately there were some on that flight that Kevin did have alot of time for who were unable to be at his funeral. THAT is when things started coming to mind. I've always been a believer in things happening for a reason and now I was starting to see how true it was. A few weeks before Kevins accident we had talked about Christmas and I said to him how much I would love having a white Christmas again. The morning after the funeral when we awoke and got ready for our drive home I looked around and all the hillsides were covered in snow. It was only 4 days before Christmas. I still don't know what or if any of this means anything but I do know on Dec 14th 2008 we lost a special friend. He was one of those guys that while saying what he thought good or bad he made you feel like you mattered. You could talk to him about anything and if he didn't know the answer he wouldn't bullshit you but he would find out the answer and come back with his findings. I remember hearing only the good die young well in this case that stands true. The hurt and the loss is there and I don't think a day goes by that he doesn't cross mine or my husbands mind.