I don’t know much about reincarnation, but once out of curiosity, I googled who died the day I was born. Howard Dietz. We have some eerie similarities.
Because I’m a Leo, I’ve always loved lions. Howard Dietz created the Lion you see at the beginning of every MGM movie. Not only did he die the day I was born, but it was in the same city!
If that’s not enough, he was a writer too. Creepy.
I don’t know much about my paternal grandfather either, other than he died on July 1st, and by the end of that month I’d be born.
You would think losing your father and becoming one, would create some sort of balance. But my father couldn’t handle death. Not even new life could lead him from the depression that followed.
My mother hadn’t seen him in days. Miraculously he came home the morning she gave birth to me.
My parents had an arrangement with their neighbors. They were supposed to drive her to the hospital when it was time. When it actually happened though, they “chickened out” and gave their car to my father to drive instead.
Racing from 127th – 12th street through Manhattan traffic on a hot Saturday night in July, they make it without incident to St. Vincent’s Medical Center (the hospital used first on September 11, 2001).
While my father was parking the car, my mom and grandma were getting into a heated confrontation with the security guard. He’s telling them they have to go in through another entrance.
My grandmother is yelling, “Can’t you see she’s pregnant!? There’s no time! Her husband is parking the car, we can’t lose him!” My mom is thinking that my dad, with his temper, is seriously going to fight this dude.
Just before my dad catches back up with them, the guard recognizes my mom…she works in the same hospital! He let’s all three of them in, just in time. Crises averted.
At 5:38pm on July 30, 1983 I took my first breath in one of the most artistic and open minded places in the world, Greenwich Village. I was handed to my mother and father by a nurse with purple hair. Then it was back to Harlem.