1440 minutes in a day. Each one can seem to last forever...or they can pass in the blink of an eye. Time marches on. No matter how badly I wish it would stop...if only for a little while.
I've experienced so many beautiful minutes in my life. But today, those minutes feel far away. Maybe it's the rain. Maybe I'm tired.
More likely, it's just another stage in the process of grieving. We lost my brother, The Boss Man, in April. Today the grief feels fresh rather than months old. It is raw.
As I'm watching the rain, I remember a time when The Boss Man and I were kids. It had been raining and the ditch in the front yard was filled to overflowing. We splashed and played until we were soaking wet and freezing. It makes me smile to think about The Boss Man's infectious smile.
Damn, I miss him.
