Day 2828: Space-Time Compression

Dogg Man,

Yep. That time of year again with life both the same and different. Another year with you now being 36 years old and coming up to 8 years past your life with us but your presence always there.

Growing up is a matter of fits and starts with long days and events compiled into space and time. Seemingly forever with no end in sight. Yet, then it happens: Space and time compress and growing up is gone, replaced by grown up. Lots of memories and longings of events to be treasured as well as lost forever. Time turns to the past tense with verbs cluttered in a corner, best reserved for resurgence, carefully, but seldom used to change trajectories.

So, here we are with you to be remembered. Such a good life with you and nothing to be done differently as you brought and still bring us in touch with others. Your friends and ours.

We will celebrate you again this year as always. Chin up and looking forward, still skipping stones with touch downs of events and clear flights with reverence.

BTW: Being oriented to numbers, I can’t help but notice the number of days that mark your birthday at/since the time of your death: 2828. The ultimate expression of space-time compression with your presence in our life.

We love you.

MamaLama, SevBeanz, and DadMan