13...

There are many things in society that are considered taboo or symbolize bad luck.  I am not a superstitious person.  However, the number 13 has always been considered unlucky and Friday the 13th, a day of of disastrous events.  For me, experiencing loss on that date was overwhelming, then having that date occur 4 times in 2012 was numbing.  I coasted through last year oblivious to pretty much all that was going on around me.  But I snapped out of it, and now it is 2013...there goes that number again.  I decide to resume living, to set some goals, and put some action plans into play.  Then the calendar reminds me that the date of the 13th will occur every month, forever.  There is no leap year that can make it go away. 
So I refocus, adjust my mentality, and decide to turn a negative into a positive.  So the 13th is for renewed life, new opportunities, celebration of goals achieved.  I am thankful for the knowledge, life lessons, history, and love poured into me for over eight years by dearly departed.  Now, I can and do choose to celebrate it the 13th of every month.  The 13th now serves as a reminder to me that God puts people in our lives to serve a purpose.  He loans us His best angels to bring out the best in us.  He can strategically maneuver our lives and situations in such a manner that our greatest loss can become our greatest motivation.
So now eyes that once dreaded and cried on the 13th, can now eagerly anticipate and await the 13th. It's the same number, the same date.  It just looks so promising through these awakened eyes of mine.