My mom and sister were on the way to Spokane after my father was transported by helicopter. My mom got an odd feeling at 11:13 a.m.
A week later my mom and brother were driving to take care of a few things at the shop. My mom was telling my brother the feeling she had. My brother looked down at the clock in the car and it read 11:13 a.m. My mom had NO idea.
They got to the shop and were telling my sister about the two common things...that is when my sister said.....Dad's celebration of life is Nov. 13th....or 11/13.
I don't believe in coincidences. I really think that 11:13 was when my father passed through the veil to the other side.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
11-13 no coincidence
Posted by Puhlman at 9:37 PM
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3 comments:
goose bumps!
"A coincidence is when God wishes to remain anonymous." I heard that somewhere and often think of it in situations like you just mentioned.
I agree Jane...and the celebration of life was first scheduled for the 20th. But for some reason it was changed to the 13th. I find that to be miraculous.
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