His grandmother had predicted every grandchild’s meeting of their true love. His cousin Larry had met his wife in college just as grandma had said. His sister Alice had met her husband over a car wreck, just as grandma had predicted. For the longest time she would not tell him when he would meet his true love. Finally one Mother’s Day she relented.

“Son,” she sighed. “You’ll meet her when I die.”

“What do you mean grandma you’re in perfect health?”

“And I’ll be healthy for several more years,” she grinned. “Have fun. See the world. You will be older before you are ready to meet her. She’ll be my nurse when I die.”

“Grandma…” That was all he could say with a tear in his eye.