They come in threes

In our house, we had a saying, "Bad news or trouble comes in threes."
We have had our three.
John's Aunt Doris passed away last Saturday.
Sunday, his cousin Billy fell and hit his head, causing a brain bleed that simply could not be treated.
"Send me home, I want to die at home." was what he told his doctors.
Billy passed away Sunday morning. John was back on a bus to Tennessee for another funeral.
Monday my Aunt Jessie slipped into a coma.
My sister Janese had been to see her Wednesday carrying news of our lives to her. She visited for awhile and said her goodbyes knowing it would be the last.
Aunt Jessie passed away yesterday shortly after midnight. My Uncle Jerry and Aunt Kay were on their way down from Nebraska to Texas, but were held up because of the bad weather. When they knew that they would not make it in time, they put the phone to her ear and he told her he loved her and goodbye.
Although I am sad that she has passed away, I also am not. Her last breath here on earth was followed by her first breath in heaven. It's hard to mourn knowing that she is safe, happy and pain free. My memories of her from my childhood are some of the fondest.
Our troubles and bad news have numbered three. Go away future troubles, we have reached our quota.