I’m not usually the type of person to believe in the paranormal, or that sort of thing. But my sister just told me a really cool story. She drove our mother to her senior meeting yesterday. It’s a weekly meeting she goes to at her church where she gets to socialize with women her own age, and they play Bingo and have weekly raffles. As she exited the car, my sister told her to have fun. My mom turned to her and said “I had a dream about your father last night, and he told me to play the number 53. Wish me luck.”.
The raffles work a little differently than raffles I know of. Usually you just get a ticket with a random number on it. Apparently with her church raffle there are 100 numbers. Each round you pick a number and if that number gets drawn, you win. The first two rounds, someone else grabbed the number 53 so she wasn’t able to play it. In the 3rd and final round, she said she “ran” up to make sure she got the number 53, which she did!
Sure enough when they called out the winner, they called the number 53 and she won. It was only $25, but it made her day. As my sister was telling me this, we were trying to figure out if there was any significance to the number 53. We started thinking back to when my parents met, and I wondered if it was 1953. Then the number clicked for my sister. She pointed out they were married in 1959, so they would have been married 53 years!
Perhaps it was all just a coincidence, but I like to think that maybe, just maybe, it was a sign from my dad. He’s been gone for almost 30 years, but there are so many things I see and do each day that make me thing of him. Especially when I am doing things with Max. I remember back to the days when I was the little boy, and my Dad and I would go to the park. And how excited I would get when he would get home from work at night. I hope some day when Max is grown, that he looks back at all the things we do together as fondly as I remember doing things with my dad.