My story starts about the year 2000.  My father was quite ill and had been suffering a while.  I mentioned that I was seeing the time on the clock at 2:22.  I am a nighthawk by nature and it started with the computer.  I noticed I was always turning off at 2:22 or I would glance at the clock before bed and again more times than I could count the time was there. 

After Dad went into hospice care the last week of life, my last words to him were one way.  He was unable to speak.   I said if he wanted to go without our presence he could, but it was his choice.  Later that night the nurse from hospital phoned and my father had passed at 2:22.  The fax I sent to the furneral home went throuh at 2:22.  I kept seeing that number long after, alone with other family members.  We often related our stories with one another. 

I was the care giver for my Mother as well.  I was able to care for her at home, and full time care came soon after my fathers death.  

Mother died in November of 2007.  The last evening with her, I thought she too would go late in the morning.  She didn’t!  The women was truly original and went in her own good time.  1:16pm was her time of death.  She died with me at her side. 

I was not able to declare time of death.  The nurse that came to home had the responsibitly of time of death. When looking through the death certificate that I had just recieved from the funeral home that following week, I noticed she declared the time of death to be 2:22.  Not me, a total stranger had posted a time at 2:22.  My knees went week.  

Well, I just took it as a sign all things were right with the world and that was a way of showing me we are not alone. 

That December, for Christmas I found some drawings both my older sisters had done in the 4th grade.  They were  valentines for Mother.  I had them framed at a local shop.  Not finding parking on the main street.  I went around the side of the shop where a few appartents had parking spaces.  After finishing at the frame shop I was backing out……and the appartment I was in front of was 2:22.  I knew for sure that mother was approving of the gift. 

I can’t tell you how many times I see this number and now I just say hello to both my parents and remember how good things were.  A true comfort.  

Last evening my niece was at her son’s baseball game.  They were measuring the the distance for the outfield fence, she mentioned to my sister that I should have been there because the distance was 2:22 feet….Always watching  

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