When I was a child I had an Uncle name Norman. He didn't live nearby but he came to Christmas celebrations and brought his daughters who I played with.

Today I found out that he died when he was 1-year-old.

I'm not sure what to believe right now.

I really don't want my family to think that I am crazy, so I'm keeping quiet about this.

My whole life my mother had one deceased sibling, and now one that was alive, died as a child. If the girl that died as a child shows up for Christmas, then I'm gonna check myself in somewhere.