Ode to the 11th

It's the 11th. My favorite number, so I felt compelled to write a little ditty. OK, maybe not a ditty, but a few lines. It's my aunt's birthday today, as well as my ex-stepmother and a childhood best friend. Common day in my life. It was also the beginning of what my dad called hell week, when he was alive (and back when he was married). The 11th was his wife's bday, the 14th is valentine's day, the 18th is my birthday as well as my niece's, and the 19th was his anniversary. That's a lot of important dates to cram into one week. Not sure why it's relevant in my post. Maybe because I've been thinking of him lately. He used to send me a dozen red roses on valentine's day. Not even Ben does that! It's hard without a daddy to spoil you, even as an adult. 'Nuff said.