I need to write about coincidences. My life has always been filled with coincidences. At times, it makes me feel as if there is a spirit world communicating with me.
Certain events and numbers continue to repeat themselves. I was diagnosed with cancer on February, Friday the 13th, the day before my birthday day, February 14. My mother had a fatal stroke on Friday the 13th, and died on the 14th. My first love died on September 20. At that moment, I thought I had just suffered the worst lost I would ever know. I was proven wrong when my sister and her baby, my mother's first grandchild, were killed five days before Christmas, on December 20. Twenty is the key number here.
The reason I am concerned with coincidences is caused by a recent event that involves my friend, Margo. We met at my place of employment, where she was an important physician in the infectious disease department. Years ago, she had posted photos of her trip to Alaska. She gave me permission to use them as a reference for landscape paintings. I was trying to develop my skills in that area then. The first one I completed; I named 'Margo's Meadow.' She loved the painting, and hung it in her office.
I made a calendar this year using images of my recent abstract landscapes. They were all abstract accept for one, 'Margo's Meadow.' I took one of the calendars to Margo's office. They told me she was on leave, but they would make sure she receives it.
I couldn't get Margo out of my mind, so the following week I did a second landscape from her references, and named it 'Margo's Mountains.' I emailed Margo, and told her I was retiring and was leaving the painting at her office as a parting gift. She emailed me back, and told me I was the best.
A week later, I wake up suddenly from a dream where Margo and I are talking. She was happy in my dream, and we were talking about art. I emailed my former boss, and asked is Margo is okay. I was concerned because I haven't had a dream in over 20 years. I received no reply to my query.
Yesterday, I went to Margo's funeral. She passed away at the age of 58. My father was also 58 when he died, much too young. Before I left for the funeral, I looked up from my studio desk at the calendar I made. Margo passed away on March 12, and there it was. I had placed 'Margo's Meadow' as the image for the month of March. Just another coincidence?