Cthulhu for Cthritmas?

[krakenten]

This is a true story-tell me what you think.
Thursday last, I had to take the bus into York, PA, to drop some paperwork off at the Veteran's Admin office-I hate to drive in the city, and parking is sometimes a hassle.
I did what I had to, then had 45 minutes until the return trip.
My beloved wife died in January, we had been living apart, but we were very much in love, she wanted to be alone while she underwent therapy(she was like that).
She had beaten the cancer, we were ready to reunite, but, while I was there on a visit, something I did frequently, so we could be together for a few days, she contracted pneumonia, went into respiratory arrest, and died in my arms while we were waiting for the ambulance-it was very sudden.
The last conversation we had, before she went to sleep and never awoke was about the plush Cthulhu she wanted to give me for Christmas-she wanted me to order it, because she's had trouble figureing out how to do that, and she asked me to order it before I left for a visit to the VA downtown.
She died that morning.
I mostly forgot about it.
Then, almost a year later, a few days before Christmas Eve-we exchanged gifts on Christmas eve-I went up Market Street, killing a little time before my bus left.
I had been twenty five years or more since I'd been there.
I saw a large used book store, and popped in for a look.
Finding an anthology of horror stories, I went to check out, and mentioned to the owner that there was a Lovecraft story in the book I didn't remember.
He asked me if I was a fan, I said yes.
"I was putting these away" he said, reaching down under the counter and producing a box of plush Cthulhu dolls-I chose the Miskatonic Graduate version, paid, and left.
What are the odds of finding a plush Cthulhu in York, PA, in a store I never saw before, just before Christmas, when I wasn't shopping?
She had been so sad because she didn't have it to give to me for Christmas, and it was literally the last thing we talked about before I kissed her goodnight for the final sleep.
It may not be "The Christmas Shoes" or "Scarlet Ribbons", and coincidences do happen.
But I've been crying ever since, thinking of her, missing her and wondering if she, who always kept her promises, had guided me there, somehow.
I don't think that death is the end.

[odin2]

That's so sweet.......My teeth hurt

[krakenten]

A cynic knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.

[JJ Burke]

that's one for the books krak

[krakenten]

I'm honestly wierded out by it.

[Sp00ky]

That's brilliantly beautiful. I'm contemplating buying one for the woman I love. She had seen it when she visited my place a few months ago and thought it was adorably demonic. I'm definitely going to buy one for her now and, I shall think of you and your lovely wife.