333 for years

by C.G. - 11/02/12 2:15 AM

I have always wondered about the number. My story is long so bare with me. Me and my father worked at a factory together and for the last two years i worked there(2004-2005) i always looked at the clock at 3:33. At first i just looked over it not really looking into it. Then i started having some personal problems and went to theropy. I started seeing the number more often. So when i would go to my theropist i told him about it. It became our regular conversation amd he started to help me figure out what it ment. It seemed the more i saw the number something bad happened. I ended up losing my job at the factory (jan of 06'). In the time that i had worked there me and my father had became really close. So after i stopped working there i would always go hang out with him and do things. I loved it! For that next few weeks i saw the number at least a few times a day. Then in April me and my GF went on a trip and we were walking downtown through a festival and she looked up at a bank. The address was 333. I forgot to mention that once i told her about the number she started seeing them. When i looked at the bank number i almost fell, it felt like somebody had just knocked the breathe out of me. After that i seemed to not see the number as much. On May 24th i was at my gf house and my dad called me. The normal phone call was hi, what you doin?, want to come watch the game?... That sort of stuff. Maybe 10 minutes tops. On this day we talked for almost 45 minutes. When i hung up my gf said " wow , u never talk that long". I felt this wierd feeling all of the sudden. I looked at her and said " something is tellin me to call dad back just to say i love you".... I sat there for a minute, but never called back. The next morning i was woke up by my phone ringing call after call. I answered it. It was my gf. She very calmly told me to listen very closely. She told me that my father was in a motorcycle accident. Didnt know how serious just come to the hospital. I immediately ran out the door and headed to the hospital. I stopped to get gas and my gpa was at the station sitting alone. I grabbed him took him with me. When we arrived at the hospital it was worse than we thought. Dad had brain trama. On May 26th he went into a comma. Two weeks after he opened his eyes just long enough to look around, and looked at his feet. You could tell he tried to move them but had a confused look on his face. He layed his head down and never opened his eyes again. I sat by his side everyday holding his hand. The doctors tried everything they could. At the end of july they made us move him to a nursing home. I went home while they moved him to get away for a little bit. My phone rang, it was my sister. She said they finished moving him. I asked what room he was in. She said " i think you already know that". Room 333!!! I couldnt believe what i just heard. I just hung the phone up. I went to see him and when i walked into the room i felt awful. I sat by hos side and told him everything will be ok. 2 days later we got the call around midnight. They said they wanted the family up there. So i went. I sat there for an hour and couldnt take it. I didnt want to hear his last breathe. I told him goodbye and tdld him i loved him and left. Went home and took a shower to relax. When i got out, my gf handed me the phone. He had past. It was 3:30 am. A few days after i couldnt tell you what happened. I see the number when i am having a hard time or feeling down. Or sometimes i will heAr a song from his funeral. Everytime i see it or hear the song i just smile. Knowing my father is watching over me. Sorry for the long story, hope you enjoyed it. I just wonder if maybe there is something else he has in store for me? What are everbodys thoughts?

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