The prayer

A father was tucking his 3 years old daughter into bed, told her a story, and listened to her prayers which ended by saying, “God bless mommy, God bless daddy, God bless grandma and goodbye grandpa.”

The father asked, “why did you say goodbye grandpa?”

The little girl replied, “I don’t know daddy. It just seemed like the thing to do.” The next day, the grandpa died. The father thought that it was just a coincidence.

A few months later, while the father was tucking his daughter to bed, and while listening to her nightly prayers, he heard her pray, “God bless mommy, God bless daddy and goodbye grandma.” The next day the grandmother died.

“Holy crap”, thought the father. “my daughter is in contact with the other side.”

Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed, he heard her prayer, “God bless mommy and goodbye daddy.”

He practically went into shock. He couldn’t sleep all night. He got up at the break of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay. He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day, he stayed there drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound. Finally midnight arrived. He breathed a sigh of relief and went home.

When he got home, his wife said, “I’ve never seen you work so late. What’s the matter?”

He said, “I don’t want to talk about it. I just had the worst day of my life.”

She said, “You think you had a bad day? You’ll never believe what happened to me. This morning the mailman dropped dead on our porch.”

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