The Human Mind Never Ceases To Amaze Me

[Paladin1950]

I had some work done on my car. I came home with the receipt and was going to write the check number and the date I paid it on it. I meant to write 10-8-25. But for whatever I started writing 10-8-62. Actually I stopped myself after the 6. I thought, "What the hell am I doing? I looked at the calendar and realized it was my younger brother's birthday. He passed away in 2020. Today would have been his 63rd birthday.

Even when you are not thinking about a loved one who has passed away, they are always on our minds. Even if we are not aware of it.

 

[VaughanJB]

I had some work done on my car. I came home with the receipt and was going to write the check number and the date I paid it on it. I meant to write 10-8-25. But for whatever I started writing 10-8-62. Actually I stopped myself after the 6. I thought, "What the hell am I doing? I looked at the calendar and realized it was my younger brother's birthday. He passed away in 2020. Today would have been his 63rd birthday.

Even when you are not thinking about a loved one who has passed away, they are always on our minds. Even if we are not aware of it.

Indeed, the very definition of life after death. When I think about the long chain of humans in my own background, most forgotten now, but they're there in the cosmic chain, it's quite humbling. It's heartening that we don't have to be actively remembering in order to actually recall.

 

[IrishEyes]

I thought it ironic that a man who said it was my relationship with my sons that attracted him to me, then later got jealous and wanted
all that love on himself was born in 1948. My youngest son turned 48 on the 30th of Sept and that man died that day as well.
the numbers just really stuck out to me and how ironic it was.

 

[TeePee]

I thought it ironic that a man who said it was my relationship with my sons that attracted him to me, then later got jealous and wanted
all that love on himself was born in 1948. My youngest son turned 48 on the 30th of Sept and that man died that day as well.
the numbers just really stuck out to me and how ironic it was.

I don't know about numbers but it's so coincidental how some things happen. In 1937, my grandmother was strangled by her estranged husband. It is my understanding that it was the only murder in Rushville Indiana that year. She was strangled across the street from the police station on Perkins Street, Perkins is my maiden name. My grandmothers three little boys witnessed their mom being strangled. After her estranged husband killed her, he ran down Fort Wayne Avenue to his mom's house. The little boys got put up for adoption. One of the boys got adopted by an uncle wo lived in Fort Wayne Indiana. There were a few other odd incidentals but I don't recall them right now.