4:44 pm was the time frozen on Austin’s stopped wristwatch.
The circumstances were tragic. My young daughter’s best friend, Austin, was hit and killed by a bus while riding his bike home from school. Grabbing at anything to help us move through this time, 444 seemed to me a magical number, so I researched it and found that thousands of angels surround you at 444. They bring a message for you to remember that all is well, all is always well.
In the midst of such loss and pain while losing a precious and so-alive 15 year old child, these words were encouraging reminders that angels surrounded Austin at the moment of death, that there was and is nothing to fear, and that all is well. Unbelieveable. And yet true. Could I reach to the truth of these words? They became mantras of a sort when breath became too searing to bear. And it did indeed help.
Then I started seeing 444 on license plates at unusual times. The day Austin would have graduated high school, we followed a car with 444 in the license plate all the way out of the school auditorium and halfway home. Could it really be a coincidence or was Austin communicating with us? The night my husband decided to finally sing the song he had written for Austin, a car zoomed in front of us with a 444 license plate, traveling half of the distance to the open mic event. Smiling, believing a little more, and certainly appreciating Austin’s timeliness and humor, I began to ask him to keep in touch. And, he did!
- Lorelynn Mirage Cardo