Once upon time I considered 13 as my lucky number. I was born on a 13. I got married on a 13. I had my baby on a 13.
I thought that 2013 would be a lucky year for me. It wasn’t. My sister X. died that year. And thus breaking my positive connection with that number.
I know it is all very stupid. It’s just a number.
But today it is 13 months since her passing.