In a message dated 4/28/2005 10:10:52 PM Eastern Standard Time, ttg-inc@comcast.net writes: Dear Cuz Susannah, What is your mothers death date and place for my files, as I only has 1993 as her death date. Is your father still living? Hugs Cuz Becky My mother's death date: October 13, 1993. My father's date I will have to look up. He died in his room in NY of heart problems several years before my mother's death. He was 8 years younger than she. He wasn't discovered for at least 10 days so the coroner established the date of death. There is a very unusual story around his death, but first: My father was a disturbed and unbalanced human being whom my mother married on the rebound. In fact, only yesterday it hit me why she married him. I'd never been able to figure out why such an intelligent woman did something that was so "dumb." When age 16 accompanying her parents to Europe she met the man she always expected to marry. She was 16. He was 21. His mother, 16 years later, set her son up with the girl on the neighboring estate. My mother read about this in the NY Times. She was grief stricken. I learned from a grief counselor that women devalue themselves when their mate dies and are likely to be promiscuous whereas men marry quickly and usually marry someone completely unsuitable. My mother met my father in Philadelphia's Elfreth's Alley during an historical pageant in which she had a role. She commented, "He held the lucky ticket." There are fascinating stories behind all of this. For now the story regarding my father's death: Let's see if I can state this succinctly. A psychic singled me out from a gathering of about 50 people and said he had a message from "Dad." As I hadn't heard that my father had died there was discussion as to who the message could be from. Finally the psychic said, "He says he's Dad, I'll just tell you what he is saying." "Dad" thanked me for caring for my mother. He realized I hadn't been receiving any help and stated that it was OK for me to get help. It was a warm and supportive message. I was touched and quite puzzled by the whole exchange. Five days later there was a message from my aunt on my answering machine that she had "sad news" for me. My father had died. For the record this was, for me, knews of a stranger. I did not know my father. The few encounters I had had with him over the years were negative. When I spoke with my aunt and told her about the "message" I asked if my father had been dead 5 days earlier. Turned out my aunt didn't have the details. I, as his only heir, received the death certificate. The approximate date of death was, as I recall, about 5 days before I received "the message." This was definitely the most intimate moment I had had with my father since the age of 3 when he caught a wild baby bunny for me. He was in the Merchant Marine and never made it home from port. When I was 11 years old my parents were officially divorced. All that because you asked for a date! All the Best, Susannah