At precisely 11:11 (each day, sometimes twice a day) I think of a high school friend who announced whenever it was 11:11 that 11:11 was her favorite time.
This went on for years.
And, if it happens to be 8:22, my mom will say, hi dad.
Because 822 was the address of the two-flat where some member (or combination of members) of my family lived for a million years.
Only, now I do it, too. I say, hi grandpa.
I don't know when this started or how I got involved.
Furthermore, if it's 11:19, or if it's November 19th, I think of my grandmother and my brother because - just because.
You get what I'm saying.
That makes six potential instances (each day) where I think of these people or things.
In summary, if you want to be remembered make certain to announce your favorite time to people. Really drive it home. Tell them over and over.
Tell them. Then tell them again. Even though they heard you the first time.
Because, I haven't seen this person in years - and I think of her at least once a day.