I seem to often attract coincidences, and friends often simply comment that it's typical of me. For example I share my own birthday with my son, my cousin's son, a very close friend's son, another close friend's mother, a great nephew, etc. I am no longer surprised to learn of yet another birthday on 10/10. However, the coincidence I am particularly wanting to share is that my first husband died on 25 September 1995 and my second husband died on 25 September 2014, 19 years apart. My second husband had a terminal illness and we spoke about the possibility.