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One night, a father is listening to his young daughter say her bedtime prayers.
“God bless Mommy, and God bless Daddy, and God bless Grandma… and goodbye, Grandpa.”
The father looks puzzled. “Why did you say goodbye to Grandpa?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “It just felt right.”
The next day, Grandpa dies.
The father is shaken, but brushes it off as a coincidence.
A month later, he’s listening again as she says her prayers.
“God bless Mommy and Daddy… and goodbye, Grandma.”
Sure enough, the next day Grandma passes away.
Now he’s convinced something’s going on — but he keeps it to himself.
Months go by.
One night, he listens nervously as his daughter begins her prayers. “God bless Mommy…”
She pauses, turns her head, looks straight at him, and says, “…and goodbye, Daddy.”
The man’s heart starts pounding. He breaks out in a sweat and doesn’t sleep at all that night.
The next day, he goes to work but locks himself in his office. He cancels all meetings, takes the phone off the hook, and waits for the inevitable.
He stays late — just to be safe.
Midnight comes.
And he’s still alive.
Relieved, but shaken to the core, he heads home.
His wife is waiting at the door. “Where have you been all day?!” she snaps.
“Don’t start,” he says. “I’ve had an absolutely miserable day.”
She replies, “You had a miserable day? I’m the one who had a miserable day!”
“First, the milkman dropped dead on the front steps…”
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