February 10th

Yesterday, a friend and work associate lost his father.

Yesterday...February 10th. 

My mother passed away February 10, 1983.

My father passed away February 10, 2008—25 years to the day after we lost Mom.

I don't claim to be intelligent enough to understand what all this means; strange coincidences to be sure. I am smart enough to know that I'll pay very close attention to that date if I'm suffering from a serious illness.

Mom, Dad and Peter...rest in peace.