I'm searching for an explanation or support concerning an issue that has reoccurred in my life in the instance of an "occurrence" that has appeared throughout my life. As a child at the age of eight, I was in the care of my German grandmother. I had been drawing at the kitchen table of my grandparents' farmhouse during summer break.
My grandmother had been jarring preserves when we were both startled by three large knocks that had seemed to have come from nowhere and yet everywhere at the same time. My grandmother had turned ashen and said nothing for a few moments. She quickly took me outside to play with my siblings; nothing was ever said about it and it only remained in my memory because of first being startled then being angry that I was taken away from my drawing.
I later learned many years later that my grandmother's sister passed away that evening from a heart related ailment.
Just over ten years ago, my father had called me when I was at home with my partner. My brother suffered from a long-term substance abuse addiction and had been extremely hard to deal with that evening. My father went on to add that, not only did he have that situation to deal with, but he thought, The whole damn house was going to come down too because of three or four huge 'bangs' within the walls. My brother died from a cocaine overdose just hours later.
My father knew not of my other grandmother's story and I had not made any connection yet myself.
Four years later, my mother was receiving palliative care for Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma. When I went to visit, several relatives of mine were very angry as my mother had just gone to sleep, yet was quickly reawakened by what was described to me as careless nursing staff that repeatedly dropped a hospital bed (three times) in the room above hers.
When I reminded them that hospital beds have been on wheels for over 100 years, I was dismissed outright. My mother too, passed away after a few days.
To my horror, all of these situations linked themselves together for me when after my long-term companion pet dog fell violently ill very quickly one day. I had no car, but phoned and requested a vet ambulance to come get us. As I lay on the floor with her, there were three sharp knocks on my apartment door. I rushed to open it but there was no one present. They arrived approximately 15 minutes later, but my baby girl passed away in my arms less then an hour later.
Then it all hit me like a shovel. Every instance clearly the same, separated by just years and only recalled when I brought up the knocking occurrence to different people at different times. I became ill when I took a chance of checking the web just to convince myself it was a weak coincidence at absolute best.
I WAS WRONG. If this sounds familiar, I welcome any recurrence or story that resembles mine. I'd clearly welcome any input. All instances have occurred within the Province of Ontario, Canada.