A Secret Grave 126: Foretold Fate

 

When I researched Arthur P. Andrews I came up with nothing. Only some obituaries of people who had no connection I could find to either Leonard or Victor. The whole thing made no sense. I knew that if I put the matter in the hands of a seasoned investigator I’d probably learn the truth, but I wasn’t prepared to spend that kind of money. And so, I went with the joke that Arthur P. Andrews was the same entity as the American Pharmaceutical Association (which, if you look it up, also doesn’t exist), a notion that may have been closer to reality than I thought.

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Destiny

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Even weirder was the coincidental pattern of Rudolf and Leonard’s deaths. Both men died in the same exact way at the same age: sixty-two. Leonard, who was in good shape, was run over by a car on a busy Paris street in June 1982. I knew from Janet Lamar that he was fanatical about his health, that food had to be prepared a certain way, and that he practiced Tai Chi every morning in his backyard before the Texas heat became too oppressive. He was very quick in his movements. Had he needed to protect himself against an attacker, he should have had no problem.

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Leonard Gottlieb

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And yet, somehow he wasn’t quick enough to get out of the way of the car that killed him. The death was deemed an accidental traffic fatality, one of those pointless tragedies that happen for no reason other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Paris street

paris, Osamu Kaneko, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

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For Rudolf, Leonard’s father, death came eerily the same way, although in Toronto, not in Paris. One Saturday in the spring of 1963, Rudolf was crossing a street on the way to synagogue when a car ran into him. Apparently he stepped off the curb without looking. Again it was a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the death was deemed accidental. Like Leonard, Rudolf was sixty-two years of age, very spry, and in excellent health. How weird was that?

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Rudolf Gottlieb

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When I found out about the coincidental deaths of both of these men, I began to research the demise of Meir Gottlieb, Rudolf’s father, who never made it out of the city of Lviv. This was tough going. I was unable to learn the manner of his death, only that he expired in 1920, the same year his grandson Leonard was born, forty-five hundred miles away in the city of Toronto. Here’s what totally creeped me out: Meir was sixty-two when he died. And here’s another extremely creepy thought: If Victor were still alive (and for all we know, he is) he would be sixty-two this year.

 

To be continued…

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Cover photo ~ http://newspiritjournalonline.com/does-your-face-foretell-your-future/

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