May Be

Over the years, May has proven to be a bad month for me:

• my father died in May (on the 20th)
• our beloved cat, Eames, died in May (the 8th)
• Joan Crawford died in May (the 10th)
• I got Valley Fever in May (the 30th)
• I had my first near-fainting spell in May (the 22nd) that would lead, several years later, to me being diagnosed (just last May, the 15th) with a potentially fatal genetic heart ailment (it’s all better now, BTW). 

What is it with May and me? I understand it’s not an evil month and that it’s all just about probabilities and coincidence. After all, there are only twelve months in a year, meaning any event has a 1-in-12 chance of occurring in May. But still.