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Posted by Tom Zuba on November 05, 2013 2 Comments

 

My 13-year-old son Rory died February 22, 2005.

 

On March 30, 2005, I wrote the following in my Journal:

 

“Last night, 

I woke up, 

looked at my watch 

and it was 2:22 ~ 

it startled me 

and I wondered if I had seen it correctly, 

so I checked again.  

2:22.  

Rory died on 2.22.  

It felt like a sign of connection.  

I have been asking you to come thru ~ 

to connect with me - 

perhaps you did?  

Thank you sweetie, please do it again.”

 

Just 36 days earlier

my most amazing 13-year-old son Rory 

died on 2-22-05 

following a 6-month odyssey with brian cancer.  

Rory loved numbers, 

and black holes 

and parallel universes 

and time travel 

and Albert Einstein.  

It was clear to me, 

even then, 

that his work here was complete.  

So, he left his physical body 

and was on to the next adventure.

 

About a week later, 

I woke up again.  

In the middle of the night.  

I checked my watch.  

2:22.  

With a huge smile 

and a knowing in my heart, 

I said, “I get it.  

I really do.  

We will connect with each other through the numbers “222.”

 

And we have.  

Over and over again, 

in ways that continue

almost 9 years later 

to astound, 

surprise 

and delight me.

 

That first New Year’s Eve, 

after Rory died, 

I took Sean to Disney World.  

To escape.  

To get away.  

To create new memories.  

To have fun. 

Not only would it be our first holiday season without Rory physically present, 

but that New Year’s Day was the 7th anniversary of my wife Trici’s death. 

And January 2nd 

would have been my daughter Erin’s 17th birthday, 

had she lived.   

It’s a complicated time of year for us.

 

I booked our room at one of the many, many Disney hotel properties.  

I can’t say I was 100% surprised 

when the man at the desk handed me my room key and said, 

“Welcome to Disney World, Mr. Zuba.  

You’ll be in Room 222.”  

Rory was with us.  

Always.  

Even at Disney.

 

I have seen 222 everywhere.  

 On the sides of buses, 

on billboards, 

on license plates.  

It’s even tattooed on Maroon 5’s Adam Levine’s left arm.

 

About a year and a half ago I began to wonder.  

Okay, 

I connect with Rory through the numbers “222,” 

but what about Erin and Trici?  

Where are they in all of this?  

 

And then it came to me.

 

Erin’s birthday is January 2.

 

Trici’s birthday is May 22.

 

I believe that the three of them are home.  

In the presence of the Divine, 

always.  

It is not just Rory present in 222.  

It’s all three of them. 

Together.  

And when I have completed the work I came to do.

I’ll return home.  

I’ll join them.

 

And so will you.

 

Now you know.

 

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Comments (2 Comments)

I’ve been following all of the comments. Even though I paid I never received the 44 page book that accompanies this entire program. I tried an email to aol.com to Tom but it was undelivered. I’m still having a hard time dealing with the death of my son, Tim. He died Fathers Day weekend-his 49th birthday would’ve been Labor Day weekend. Now I am just barely got thru Christmas &now it’s New Years Eve. I’m not sure what the next step should be

Posted by Mary Jane Merwin on December 31, 2015

Hello Tom, thankyou for this post. I can relate to this as I often see the number 447 which is the time that my daughter transitioned to Heaven. Your post confirmed for me that often when I ask Zoe a question, I see this number as confirmation that I am on the right track. 222 also has meaning for me. To me it means AOK, everything is going to be fine, don’t worry. I really believe that we can work out ways to communicate. I love the messages that our loved ones send to us to keep us afloat. My daughter also sent a message to my sister on the digital clock. It was 203 in the morning and my sister awoke to see the clock reading her name Zoe. The three had turned around to become an E. I have also seen the clock flashing 20, which looked like Zo, and in the morning the clock was flashing 111. An angel number to let me know that it was from Zoe. (It was flashing as the power had gone out and I hadn’t fixed the time) It was my birthday and I took it as a happy birthday sign. I am not going to doubt anymore, just believe. Thankyou Tom

Posted by Ail on December 14, 2013

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