My late mother was an undiagnosed habitual gambler. Her game of choice was lottery tickets. Growing up there were dream books which used numerology to convert the topic of your dreams to lottery numbers all over the house. I also grew up with the notion that if a number "followed you" then you were supposed to play it.
The last week of November 2019, I was reconciling bank accounts and I noticed that several accounts had the number 272 in some way (2,720/42.72/2.72/etc). I thought to myself, what a coincidence, 272 was the first three numbers of the phone number of my parents house, my entire childhood. I ended up getting a rental car that day and the license plate number was 272. A few other things happened involving that number. I called everybody I knew who plays numbers and was like "272 is following me", ya'll might want to play that number. I called my oldest brother who I was estranged from but the number I had was a disconnected line so I yeezy shrugged and called it a day. Less than a week later, I got the call from the coroner that my oldest brother passed away.
Last week, 272 followed me and I was like "pooh". I'm not sure how long it was later my headset which has been known to call random people randomly called my niece at 2AM. She is the daughter of the brother who died last year. She called me back the next morning worried and I told her it was an accident and we talked and she told me she was flying cross country in the middle of a pandemic to be with family and then I remembered 272 which I promptly told her everything that I just tole ya'll. Her response was "well they paid for the nonrefundable ticket, I gotta go but I'ma play 272". I almost offered to pay for her ticket but I know if I sent that money, she still would have went but with my money in her pocket. So I gave her safety advice about traveling and now I'm in t
he last week of November 2020 hoping that lightning does not strike in the same place twice. I also reached out to the small bus riding, test tube babies that sent the damn ticket and tried to talk sense into them but it fell on death ears.
I feel like this is my late mother trying to intervene through me on behalf of her idiot bloodline but I. Do. Not. want this responsibility. This is nerve racking because it's not just the one niece, it's potentially all of my oldest brothers children who interacted at Thanksgiving. These are people in their late 30's-40's who don't take care of themselves. If one of them or their friends, or my niece brought Covid with her from the airport to the gathering then it's a whole
branch of my family tree gone.
I'll know one way or the other next week.