13th February - one of 'those' dates

I have mentioned before that there are 5 dates special to me. I do not write them on the calendar - I never forget them. They are dates on which I say 'this is the day that....'
The first one of the year was a week ago - 6th February  - 'the day the King died'. I said this last week and someone said 'what king?' Of course people of my sister's age and below have never known us to have anything but a Queen!
Today is 13th February. In 1987 it was a Friday 13th. In the morning I mentioned it to my employee (and friend) and we laughed together - neither of us was superstitious, it was just a day like any other. But it wasn't. As she prepared to close the shop she was attacked and left for dead. She didn't die then - she suffered severe brain damage due to the ligature round her neck cutting off the blood supply. She remained in a coma for 18 months then died. She was 33 when she was attacked - a year younger than my sister. That was without a doubt the worst day of my life.
But why the jug? Simply that it was the first gift she gave me, for my birthday in 1977. I already had one small jug which I liked because it held just enough milk for two cups of tea.  Pamela bought me this one - and thus started my jug collection which grew as she and other friends would give me little jugs as gifts. I now have over 30 - about six I use regularly but this one doesn't get used  - it is too precious - it lives in the china cabinet as a reminder of my friend, and the date Friday 13th February 1987.