Counting Life

As I get older, I count life by events. When my children were very small, every time the accountant came to do my taxes, I would say that another year has flown by. A few years later, when the sprinkler man came to shut down the water, I would say another year has flown by. I now count time by weeks. Each Friday, I get up and know that I will be driving to Brooklyn to get my father from dialysis. When I get there I say to the other families waiting for their loved ones that another week has flown by. It feels like groundhog's day, but I do not want it to end.