My unbelievable but true story...

At the age of 27, pregnant with my first son, my father whom I loved dearly died suddenly of a cardiovascular incident, just one month before my son's birth... </p> <p>The events in my life followed a normal course over the next year : I got pregnant with my second son and my husband and I decided to buy our first house. We wanted to live outside the city, surrounded by nature with more land than the usual suburb. We lived in the Montreal region and didn't have enough money to acquire the kind of property we dreamed about in that region, unless we went more than an hour drive from the city (plus huge trafic). Since we worked mainly near the city, this was highly problematic, so we decided to look towards an area near Quebec city (250 km away), where my best friend had moved a couple years before, following her new boyfriend. The area had most of the qualities we were looking for and was only twenty minutes from Quebec city. Also, my family (Grand-mother aunts, uncles and cousins) to whom I wasn't very close (reason is I had never lived near them) all lived in Quebec city. We tought it would be nice to get to know them better and see them more often. </p> <p>So we started looking at houses or terrain to build in that area. My friend who was also looking to buy a house found a nice place, besides a river. She and her boyfriend made an offer, a ridicoulously low offer might I add ! Their offer was rejected and because they couldn't afford to pay more, they gave up on the idea of buying that house. </p> <p>When I told her about us wanting to move in their area, she thought of that house and litterally sold it to me over the phone saying it was so perfect for us and that I would love it. That evening (it was my husband's birthday) when he came home, I told him I got him a birthday present : I had found our home ! We made arrangements to visit the following weekend. When we got there, the discussion was all very technical, as if we had somehow, already decided to buy even before seeing it (I don't even remember us consulting each other as to know what the other thought of the house, it was going to be ours ! And indeed, we bought the house and made arrangements to move a of couple months later. </p> <p>A few weeks later, my mom came to stay with us for a couple of days, it was her birthday. On the day of her birthday, I asked my mom if she would help me unpack and sort my father's belongings as I had not been able to get my mind around doing it yet. </p> <p>As we were sorting his stuff, we were talking about the house I bought. I was describing the house and the surroundings and she then tells me « You know, it's weird that you bought a house in Tewkesbury. Your father and I, when we first started seeing each other at the age of sixteen, were spending all our weekends there making movies. It was a very special place to us». She went on telling me the whole story of how they met in the film study group in highschool and how they got to know a film producer who had a small studio and equipment to lease at his home in Tewkesbury. They had developed a friendship with him, his place had become their little haeven were they could escape and be together away from their families (it was the sixtees and they were still unmarried and raised with a catholic background so they didn't have much freedom to be together). That friendship lasted a couple years until my parents married and moved to London tu pursue their studies, this was back in 1969. When They came back from London, they moved to Montreal, had my brother and I and never saw that film producer again nor did they go back to Tewkesbury ever again. </p> <p>As my mother was telling me the story, which I had never heard before, she was describing the place and it was more and more obvious that she was describing the house I had just bought... We both had shivers all over our bodies ! I then called the town hall to ask who was the owner of that house back in 1968 and sure enough, it was the same house ! </p> <p>More over, my mom then remembered that her brother had bumped into that film producer a few weeks before. My uncle and him had not seen each other in over 30 years, he was asking how my parents were doing and my uncle announced my father's death. Saddned by the news, the producer had given my uncle his business card asking to give it to my mother for her to get in touch. My uncle had given the card to my mom, she had put it in her purse without thinking about calling him since so much time had passed and they had never kept in touch anyways... </p> <p>We then moved in our house which I now consider a gift from my father from beyond the grave. Later that year, my second son was born, and one day I was at a party at a friend's house when my friend comes to me and tells me he has someone he wants me to meet... It's a young woman named Catherine, about the same age as I. As we meet, she tells me that she is the daughter of the film producer and was raised in my house. Glad to meet her, I told her the extraordinary story of how I found and bought the house. She was stuned, obviously... and says to me « You know, something else is weird, few people know, but my middle name is Capucine ! » This was strange because it is a very unusual name, in fact, I only met one other girl named Capucine in my entire life... I again had shivers all over my body especially because she had no way of knowing that my middle name is Catherine. </p> <p>We have been living here for nearly 11 years now and I have regular occurrences of strange coincidences happening to me since then.