8765 – the number of hours in a year. In two years its 17,531. Sometimes it feels like there are hundreds of minutes in those hours. Other times, it feels like only seconds go by as the hours tick off. Either way though, two years ago today my wife passed away and time is the constant to measure just how we are doing two years later.
When applying time to the lives of my girls and I, on the whole we are doing OK. And that’s a good thing.
Sure we miss out on a lot-but we also share in some very unique things and we have memories that allow us to keep Risa’s spirit alive. As I was telling a friend who lost her sister recently it doesn’t get easier, it really doesn’t. What happens though is life and we manage to wake up and make today a better day than yesterday and hold out hope that tomorrow will be better than today.
Sure, I’d love for 10.0 to take school more seriously. And yeah, I wish I could have been there to keep 12.5 from turning her ankle last weekend. But by and large, those are small issues that we will over come-one day at a time one moment at a time.
So, into the next block of 8765 hours we will go. We’ll share milestones this year, heartaches this year and good times this year. We know we are keeping Risa’s spirit alive by simply doing the best we can and fighting for all we want-which is how she lead her life and we honor her that way.
I am not a huge believer in fate as a driver for all things that happen today. A friend was telling me over the weekend that she believes if life had turned left instead of right, if I didn’t run that stop light this morning on the way to the train things would be different. Perhaps they would be. I really don’t have that answer, and I’m pretty happy with my life so I don’t have to worry about the zigs and zags it takes. Instead, I’ll enjoy the ride, and hope there are fewer 180-minute hours in the next 8765.