Towards the end of her life (last decade or so) Syd would be spooked when 11:11 appeared on the big digital alarm clock in her bedroom. Of course I explained the rational psychological explanation of why she kept noticing it, but to no avail. Though I found her concern disconcerting at the time, it's had a happy side effect. Whenever I notice it's 11:11 (usually at work, on my computer clock), I think of her and smile...