What does Friday the 13th mean to you? To me it signifies a few things. It reminds me of my Grandpa Cook, Cyril John Cook,(Yes I am also a Cyril, as is my Father), who was terrified of leaving his room on Friday the thirteenths. Grandpa lived with us for 9 years and this was one of his most significant superstitions. I loved Grandpa and still think of him now and then, and when this day rolls a round it brings a smile and a chuckle.
Today though this particular Friday the Thirteenth has a few other meanings for me andd for my family. Four years ago while on vacation with my Father, my Mother, Jeanne, had a heart attack and was transported from Picton by ambulance to the Ottawa Heart Institute. It was a Sunday, but this was the day she while on a gurney, in an ambulance driving through Ottawa on the Queensway, my Mom was givig the driver directions to the Hospital. Apparently she talked non stop from Picton to Ottawa, almost 4 hours worth, and apparently this encouraged the driver to make the trip in 3! lol! (love you Mom!).
Mom had successful triple bypass surgery and will be at our home on Saturday to celbrate her 75th Birthday.
But today marks 6 weeks fromn now when I shall be flying from Ottawa to Vancouver and having a ferry ride to Victoria for the beginning of our vacation…ahh seafood here I come.
Happy Friday the 13th!
