It’s been eleven months since Angelo’s passing.

11 was Angelo’s favourite number and whenever he saw 11:11 he knew his angels were near and answering his calls.

Eleven months ago I couldn’t imagine the next week, let alone the next year. I could only cope with a moment at a time.

Eleven months of dark moments, deep moments, soul-searching moments. Moments of love, of connection, of reconnection. Of forgotten dreams remembered. Of renewed joy and laughter.

And moments of hope.

Hope has returned.

Angelo is in my heart and in yours. His spirit lives on in each of us if we let it. We’re all one, in the end.

This month—and throughout this coming year—keep an eye out for 11s. Angelo and his angels may have a message for you, and perhaps a big inter-dimensional hug.

I send you big love and hope for a glorious future, from the Mother City.

Kevin