James Hamilton, M. D.
Jack,
Truly, very spooky.
I'm not one to believe in psychic explanations, but some happenings in life make me wonder if God might be giving us little messages at times like these.
My mother's brother, Uncle Jimmy (after whom I was named), died when I was 11 years old. His was the first funeral home viewing that I can remember.
A few days later we had a new milkman (or it could have been a new breadman - back in the days when they delivered those staples to our homes) on the route. As I opened the door the man standing there with the basket was the identical, spittin' image of my uncle.
I literally yelled to my mom to come to the door and she was aghast of the resemblance.
Any other classmates out there have had strange occurrences?
Jim
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