8-8-08 the luckiest day, such symbolism has been said about those numbers, (888) recently. The Chinese began the Olympics at 8pm on 8-8-08 because 8 is THE luckiest number, in Christianity 888 means the trinity or Christ. There are so many awesome stories, you can read about 888 in the book "Ruth Montgomery Writes Again!" and I can go on.

But 11 has always been MY number.  I see it everywhere... on license plates, I wake up at 6:11 am, every time I look at a clock it seems to be 1:11, 3:11, etc. I was starting to think I was going a little batty!

Last year those 2 numbers came together in the most odd way, I cannot say it was tragic, because I knew it was coming.

After a 5 year struggle with cancer, my Mom was slowly declining in Hospice last July. She was there for 3 weeks as our family kept vigil. It was a beautiful, yet horrible time in our lives.

I had never witnesses a passing of a soul from this life to the next, it was awe inspiring... a miracle. So many things happened in those few short weeks that changed my view of death from fear to peace.

My Mom's true spirit emerged! The person she was meant to be was alive, no fear, no anxiety, no impairments, judgments, anger, question, doubt, guilt and all the earthly emotional clutter that holds someone back from progressing forward in this life were gone. It was a gift to us, to say goodbye... to say we love you, to say we forgive you, to say we're sorry, to say whatever was needed to be said... to the real MOM.

My Dad, Sis, Mom's brother and other family members were there that day... 8-11-07. I was on my way.
I knew it was that time, she waited so long to go Home, she missed so many people in her life for far too long, she needed to leave, NOW. I silently prayed, while I flew up the highway, "Mom, I love you, we said all we needed to say, you don't have to wait for me....Please Dear God, welcome her into your Kingdom....." (ring, ring)
The Hospice volunteer was on my cell... "Honey, please pull over! Your Mom just passed".
I replied, "I know, its OK, I'm on my way".

The clock in my car is slow 'cause I'm ALWAYS late... it said, 1:11pm.