Monday, February 6, 2012
Over lunch at a busy restaurant with my husband Saturday afternoon. Reminiscing about our son. Wishing I could ask him something only he would know the answer to. Half-jokingly suggesting aloud that he, "Knock once for yes, twice for no." Knowing it was too noisy to actually hear a reply. This morning, my husband offering a curious observation. Remarking that the numbered ticket he had received for our dinner pickup that same day was number 13. Then Sunday, his rental agreement contract, number 13. Within twenty-four hours, the only two activities we had engaged in concerning numbered paper receipts. Both referencing Michael's favourite number.