I’ve always been a counter. When I was little I counted the ceiling tiles in the church and the number of individual stained glass panes. I still count today. I count strokes as I brush my teeth and steps to the office. I count the cars that pass me on the interstate… And even though many numbers flow through my brain, I do have a favorite number.
My favorite number has always been 47.
If I had to pick a number between 1 and whatever, I’d chose 47. Pick a number for the lottery and ‘if possible’ I’d choose 47.
Forty-seven is not just a prime number. 47 has a flow to it, a feel about it, but, it’s also the age my brother was when he died this week.
Lynn Bagwell
My brother was a trickster – loved to make people laugh. He was a fixer – he could fix anything. He also loved the outdoors, hunting, camping, fishing, and just being near the water. He was on the water, doing what he loved when he passed.
We love you brother, and we will all miss you.
And yes, 47 will no longer be my favorite number. In honor of my brother’s memory, I’m getting a new favorite number, how’s 97 sound?
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