I used to look at tombstones in cemeteries and do the math between the dates.
I was most focused on how long this person or that person walked the earth.
I still do that sometimes. But now I do something else as well.
I look to the left and the right to see if the person who ran ahead left parents behind. My eye is drawn to the solitary stones with the same last name next to a double monument clearly honoring a married pair.

And then I do a different kind of math.
I count the years between the last breath of the child and the last breath of his or her mama.
Because while that first date marked an end for everyone else, for the mama, it marked the beginning of the rest of her life- a life she never imagined nor would have chosen.
Read the rest here: For You, a Moment; For Me, a Lifetime
So sorry my dear, love you.
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Wow, I relate to do many of your posts, I lost my son very suddenly 22 years ago, he was 22 years old at the time.. I didn’t think I could live through it but here I am all these years later..time heals some but I never ever stop thinking about him and missing him.. Thanks for sharing so honestly..
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