Next Saturday will mark the two year anniversary of Colin's death. It will mark 731 days since he last breathed, smiled, cooed, and just looked up with bewildered and curious eyes. The day will mark 17,544 hours since the last diaper change, and the last fussy night. Next Saturday will mark an incredible 1,052,640 minutes in time that have blown by in an instant while standing still and laughing at the absurdity of it all at the same time. And, finally, March 2, 2013 at 12:11 a.m. will mark 63,158,400 horrible reminders of a promising little life lost way to early.
I used to think that cliches like "make every second count" or "live life to the fullest, you never know how long you have" were trite and, quite frankly...stupid. We all are supposed to live forever when we are young. We are 10 feet tall, bullet proof, and invisible (as a friend used to say). So, as much as I try to move forward, I still count and still mark time based on one horrific moment some 63 million seconds ago, which brings me to the not so trite cliche..."life isn't fair." No shit!