How Did I Get Here?

Reflections as five years approaches

When your person dies, you begin to count life in hours and days. Years become meaningless. The past years slip into each other in a heartbreaking blur of time. Your old life is a Brigadoon, your loss a bridge of sorrow that separates you from a life that now feels almost like a fairytale. You look at the pictures of past days, past years, and wonder di…