It is about as close to 7 hours and 15 days as I can calculate.
My father’s birthday has passed, my grandfather’s as well. Valentine’s Day (which was horrible) and soon enough Ash Wednesday, Easter, Mother’s Day, etc.
But what strikes me about this is the fact that people seem to really think 7 hours and 15 days is a grieving period. Life goes on, as it always has, and consolation and comfort now equal a text message.
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