My 11:11 screenshots started happening early in the summer. It seemed I'd look down, see my iPhone or iPad with a time of 11:11, and feel compelled to take a screenshot.
I had no idea why.
I wondered if the date was significant. Or the time. If something monumental was going to happen on November 11th. Or at 11:11.
This started happening so frequently I began deleting extra ones. I wondered why I was taking screenshots of 11:11.
I dismissed it as inconsequential. A whim.
This continued throughout the summer and into my husband's hospitalization in late September.
At the end of October, a few days before he died, he was transferred from ICU to palliative care, to the room where he would eventually leave us, on November 1st.
Center iPhone screenshot was taken as I arrived at the cemetery on Monday, November 15th, the day of my husband's burial.