This week was sandwiched between Monday the 13th and ending on the 17th of August. 13 and 17 are my two favorite numbers. This week i noticed a lot of 13s and felt a smile on my face every time I stumbled upon it. However on Thursday, I learned of some very bad news. My grandmother passed away. I felt the world was very light. I think that the man upstairs was trying to tell me something. I know this has nothing to do with sports but I felt the need to get this off my chest. Maybe somewhere in the universe, the man upstairs likes my numbers. I feel blessed every time I see them. I know my ancestors are in good hands and now a new one is about to join them. We miss you Gramma. I am sorry that we didnt get to connect more often but I know you are around me in spirit. Take care and say hello to grampa for me. I miss him greatly too. 😦
PS: While you are up there with the other kindred spirits who have left our physical world. Tell Wade Belak, Derek Boogard we all miss them down here and to not rough up God’s furniture when tussling for old times sakes up there. Peace
Thank-you for sharing. I’m sorry about the loss of your grandmother. I lost my aunt recently and the #22 will always resonate with me because it was her birthday.
I am sorry to hear about your loss.. I am finding it hard to deal with but at least my gramma is not suffering.
Death is never easy for those us that are left behind, but know that each day that follows will get easier(I’m sorry that sounds cliche!), the pain will ease, but the memories will never fade.
Aint that the truth!