When I was 3 each day was a surprise and I had not learned of the cycles of seasons and that you could count on the return of things like Christmas and Birthdays.

When I was 9 I understood the cycles and knew that things would come back around but it took for.ev.er. to move from one to the other.

When I was 39 I went home for a year, and in the blink of an eye it was over.


I never wish for time to stop, because the horrors that come with it are too great to wish on anyone.  I don’t want to be in my 39th year forever, but I do hope my mind stay strong for a very long time so that I can remember so many of the moments both here and there that surrounded me, comforted me, and brought me joy.