Friday, June 13, 2008
Friday the 13th
Many cultures consider a Friday that falls on the 13th of the month to be bad luck, America included, even if it's a half-hearted superstition. I personally do not. In fact, when Joe and I got married, I picked Friday September 13th as "D-Day." Was I trying to tempt fate? Maybe. I don't know, but it worked out pretty well for us, despite the fact that our marriage ended about 50 years too early due to Joe dying. Now that I think about it, he died the Tuesday night/Wednesday morning FOLLOWING a Friday the 13th. Weird. Maybe something good will happen today, hopefully something besides that marriage proposal from E, which technically happened in the wee hours of this morning. It's noonish now, we'll see what the day brings.
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Ahh.... Sari, you can have it even weirder.
Siep and I got married on Friday the 13th too, September 13 1991.
My birthday is on March 13th, his on January 13th. When he passed away we had been married for exactly 13 years. Scary.
I married on a Friday the 13th. Neither of us believed in that nonsense about the day. A day or a date is what you make of it.
His death six years later was something that was already set in stone. Long before I even met him.
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