27 October 2012
When I see 11:11 on any clock, morning or night, I think of my daughter. She loved number combinations from early childhood. 11:11, 12:34, 5:55, etc. When she got old enough to have a cell phone, we texted 11:11 each time we saw it as both a love reminder and check-in. She knew I worried; especially because she was a night owl and adventurer. Most times when I notice 11:11 I am filled with gratitude and delight. Sometimes I become bereft. I miss her.