Friday The Thirteenth
What is the meaning of the number 13 in my life?
After 13 years together, my soul mate died on September 13th. I noticed his assigned identification number for the crematory was xx13. Every month on the 13th, I count another month lost and alone.
Looking back at old journals, trying to re-capture and re-live the memories, I ran across September 13, 2015, and I had written a suicide note, feeling so depressed and coming so close. Again on September 13, 2020, deep dark depression.
Shortly after Tom died, I dreamed a voice boomed loudly, “passenger 1313, passenger 1313” my heart jumped, my body jumped, and my eyes popped open. Will I die on the 13th?
Thirteen was always my favorite number; I always had good luck if it was Friday the 13th. Every workout set of exercises was always done at 13 reps, not 10 or 12. A staircase with 13 steps has always been a favorite. It’s always been my lucky number.
Did my soul suspect how significant the number would become? If only the forefront of my brain knew there would only be 13 years with him.
