I’d promised myself to post today.
All those 11’s lining up when they’ve been following me around since you died.
I look at a clock and it will read 11 past the hour.
I look at the treadmill to find that my pulse rate is 111.
I pay my bill and there are 11 cents in the total.
…and I always think of you…..11s for remembrance and all.
I like to think it IS you letting me know that you are there and that you love me.
… but after 20 months of 11s, that’s all I get.
Something like a wave….
… or a kiss blown from the window of a car.
So I’m asking you (God / the universe) … if you can hear me … to grant me one wish for this magical day of 11s.
When I think of all these great life questions in my head, can you use the 11s to let me know if I’m on the right track?
If you can.
I need some way of knowing that you agree with me.
and that you are there, watching us, helping us, loving us.
I miss you.
I love you.