Half a Million. Five Hundred Thousand. 500,000
Seems like alot. I guess it just depends what it is. I guess it’s all relative.
But, for those that are counting, like me, it’s been 500,000 minutes since Mason left us.
I have thought about him nearly every one of those minutes. Every day, at some point in time, I will have a memory lapse. Not that I forgot about him, but that I forgot he was gone.
And then it hits me. Hits me like I am re-living the time we got the phone call. Re-Living the drive to the hospital. Re-Living the time we spent at his side in the ER. Re-Living closing his casket. Re-Living lowering him into the ground.
Half a Million minutes.