My brother, I'll call him M, took his own life in April, 2018. M had been terribly depressed and had not been well for a while, but despite all that my younger brother, J, his wife, S, and I did we could to help him. M had lived with J & S for 20 years on a ranch in Oklahoma and passed away there.
Four months after M's death and a week before his memorial service in Texas, where he grew up, I got a call from J. When I picked up there was nobody there and the line was dead. I looked at missed calls and saw the call from J and another from a number that looked very familiar, but I could not remember it right away.
I called the number and a girl answered. She sounded like a teenager. I told her I had just missed a call from this number and she said she had not called anyone. I told her I thought I was calling my brother, M, back and she replied something like: "Sorry, you called my number, but this is April." I told her I was sorry to have bothered her and hung up.
I called my brother, J, and told him what had happened. After listening he said that he had tried to call and did not leave a message. J said the number I had called April on was M's old number that J had just cancelled. He asked me if I remembered a photo of M standing with a beautiful horse in a grassy field that had been taken years ago. I said I did. J told me that was the first horse M owned in Oklahoma and that her name was April.
After hanging up I checked my call history again. There was NO call received from M's old number, just my call to April.
There must have been something to this, but I have no idea what it is.
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