Tuesday, April 9
The Missed Post Coincidence And Other Wanderings
I usually try to write posts well in advance of publication. When checking I noticed that I had a gap between two dates. I'd missed one day without a post pre-written. I then realised that the date I'd missed by accident was the 9th of April - which just happens to be my dad's birthday. Sadly he died a while back.
This got me thinking if I'd missed writing a post for the 9th of April for a reason - perhaps to make me appreciate my dad more than I would have done otherwise.
I've mentioned in posts a few times how 67 and 76 are important numbers in my life, especially if they are with a 9. It hadn't sunk in previously, but dad was born on the 9th which is the 99th day of the year (except on leap years).
In January of this year I wrote on a post: "I recently wanted a copy of my father's birth certificate for personal reasons - and the number on the certificate was 976."
Strange how the jigsaw fits together.
My dad was a bit of a singer. I remember at family weddings and the like he'd be the one up on stage singing his heart out or playing the piano. He never had lessons and played by ear (and with his fingers, of course!). Give him the name of a song and he'd have a good attempt at playing it.
Strangely, I found out today that the writer of Blue Suede Shoes, Carl Perkins, was born on the 9th of April.
The poet Charles Baudelaire was also born on the 9th of April and made some interesting quotes such as:
"I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old."
"There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened."
"Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams."
"The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, and which life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality."
"We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose."
Baudelaire became acquainted with the works of Edgar Allan Poe, in which he found tales and poems that had, he claimed, long existed in his own brain but never taken shape.
I'm wandering away from my original theme but, as everything in life links to everything else, I guess it doesn't really matter.
I'm very lucky to have had a dad who cared and loved me and took me to football matches, played games with me and put me before himself - even if his choice of music wasn't so hot. Who knows, in another life, with a better throw of the dice, he might have been a famous singer or musician - fortunately for me though he was simply, 'my dad.'
Other 67 Not Out Posts:
John Lennon And The Coincidence With Number 9
Top 10 Coincidence And Synchronicity Stories
It Pays To Be Odd If You Own A House