11:34?
My sister’s death is impacting me in strange ways.
Last night I woke up at 11:34 and got very angry.
I was convinced that someone had put that number on my nightstand clock as an act of disrespect for my sister.
"How dare they!" I thought. "Don’t they know that she’s dead!?!?!?"
I was angry enough I couldn’t get back to sleep and wandered out to the living room.
I sat there thinking:
"They found her on 10/27, so that isn’t 11:34."
"They got in touch with me on 12/13, so not that."
"She was born on 2/07, so that isn’t it."
"I last heard from her on 8/07, so it wasn’t that."
I could not figure out anything that lines up with 11:34, yet I was convinced someone did that out of disrespect.
Not finding any link, I assumed that it was a mistake and went back to bed and slept though the rest of the night.
Still no idea what that’s about…
Last night I woke up at 11:34 and got very angry.
I was convinced that someone had put that number on my nightstand clock as an act of disrespect for my sister.
"How dare they!" I thought. "Don’t they know that she’s dead!?!?!?"
I was angry enough I couldn’t get back to sleep and wandered out to the living room.
I sat there thinking:
"They found her on 10/27, so that isn’t 11:34."
"They got in touch with me on 12/13, so not that."
"She was born on 2/07, so that isn’t it."
"I last heard from her on 8/07, so it wasn’t that."
I could not figure out anything that lines up with 11:34, yet I was convinced someone did that out of disrespect.
Not finding any link, I assumed that it was a mistake and went back to bed and slept though the rest of the night.
Still no idea what that’s about…