That’s how old you should be today my sweet, sweet boy. 122 days. Or 2,928 hours. Yes, I’ve counted.

I’ve also counted every hour since you had to leave. 2,505 to be exact. Maddening to think that I know that so easily. But that’s the exact number of hours I’ve had to live through. The number of moments I’ve had to drag myself to watch the next minute pass by on the over sized digital wall clock by my desk. That’s 150,300 minutes so far, and only a million more to go.

I love you Bubbie. Now & always.