“Time is an illusion”
— ALBERT EINSTEIN
It has been 20 months today. I continue to be immersed in thinking about time. Time is relative. Like two trains. One is moving and one is stationary. You look out the window and see the train next to you rushing by. But which train is moving? The one you are on or the other train? It is February. I just had a birthday and became “1 year older”. My beautiful daughter’s birthday will be in a few weeks but she will always be 23. Which train am I on? I am working to define my “new reality”. I don’t call it my “new normal”. There is nothing normal about living a life where time no longer can be measured for your child. But in my new reality time can be an illusion. And I can keep her with me for as long as I can still measure time and forever after. When you see me and wonder where I am just know that I am somewhere in that reality.
