A Year Gone

It’s been a year since my dad died. On the one hand, that doesn’t seem possible. On the other hand, 2020 alone has seemed like a decade.

I’m sitting in another Starbucks, doing some more work, as more time slips away. If possible, I’ll mark today by having some hot and sour soup because he’d want some. But it’s hard to find here, so maybe not.

It’s dour and Autumnal outside, as another typhoon approaches. Later, the rains will return; the air is somber, too.

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31622400+ seconds
527040+ minutes
8784+ hours
366 days
52 weeks
12 months
A trip around the Sun.
A year.

Time keeps moving in the wrong direction.

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