From: Jasper
Date: 5/8/03
Time: 4:48:23 PM
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Lollie,
About a month before my mother died my sister, my brother and I visited her in the nursing home as often as we could. all of us couldn’t make it every day and toward the end it didn’t matter because she didn’t know we were there, anyway.
On night about a week or so before Mother’s Day when my sister Sara and I left the nursing home, Sara remembered something that she had forgotten to bring. I told her to bring it the next day. She said, “No. I’m going to do it right now.” The next day my mother died.
That’s only half of the story….
About a month before she died I kept waking up in the night for no good reason. When I looked at my digital clock it said, “4:46.” Sometimes it said “4:45” or “4:47” but mostly it was “4:46.”
I always got the strong feeling that it had to do with something important, especially when it kept happening night after night. Naturally, I thought of my mother. But I also got a strong feeling that there was absolutely nothing to worry about. So I started doing things like playing the 446 number in the state lottery and looking for it on the job in situations where it might mean something. Nothing ever came of those efforts.
Then one night I woke up for no good reason and looked at my clock. It said, “4:45.” I was lying in bed contemplating what it meant when I got a phone call. It was someone at the nursing home telling me that my mother had died. She had spent her last days in a considerable amount of pain from which she had no chance of recovering so the news actually came as a relief.
I looked at the clock. It was 4:46. I stared at the time with my mouth open for a couple of seconds until the last number flipped to 7.
It was all there – all of it. Only now I knew what it all meant. --Jasper