In all blogs, there must be a beginning, and here is mine. In the grande scheme of things, I'm a nobody. I just blend in with the crowd. I wake up, I work, I come home, and begin again. But every once in a while, something makes you stop and go 'huh,' and a few days ago, I had a moment like that. That moment that makes you understand more than you think that you aren't alone.
In 2010, my mother passed away. That's no secret. I will talk about her always, so she will never be forgotten. It was a tragedy. She will be forever missed in this world, but she had a lot of medical issues, and with the recently added ones (a stroke and permanent after-effects from that), it's a blessing and not a curse. She would have only gotten worse before better, and I never would have forgiven myself if worse was the only thing that had happened.
Anyway, I was working the customer service desk at work, and a customer cashed in a lottery ticket to me. It was a 4 number drawing and it has like 7 different ways to win, and he said this was his first time playing, and he was cashing in a $250 ticket to me. I was amazed. So I thought I'd try it, and while my ticket was a loser in the sense of money, I think it was a bigger win in the end. The day before this happened, we'd been talking about my mother, and so she was on my mind when I put my dollar into the machine. The 4 numbers on my ticket were '5229,' which is the same number she (and I) used for our debit card. It was a set of random numbers she had chosen like 15 years ago, and it was one we always used together so we'd never forget what each other's card number is. While not that big of a deal, out of all the numbers and the order of the numbers, the machine chose those 4.
Days later, and I am still marveling over that. In moments like that, I know she's still with me. I can feel it. I know it. And I'll never forget, or let anyone forget her.
