I had to search through my blog to find the date of Anthony’s transition from respite to permanent resident at the nursing lodge. It was January 31st, 2012, 377 days ago.
How could this have happened just a year ago when it seems like a hundred years ago?
How could this have happened over a year ago when it seems like a few minutes ago?
377 days of separation.
jmgoyder 
time also flies when you are not having fun ((((hugs))))
So true!
Yes.
Time is such a weird thing. You are so brave to share this. Anthony is so lucky to have you.:)
Time is incredibly weird!
Oh, yes–the relative shortness of time, coupled with the painful stretching of it. Hard as hell.
And periods of nothingness…
I know what you mean…a minute like and hour and vice verse Diane
Does my head in sometimes.
Julie, it is amazing how the mind treat the heart, and the heart treats the mind. You have the courage and strenght to make it. Please take care, Bill
You too, Bill.
I know Julie — time becomes almost abstract sometimes for me too ~ I try to think about … xxoo
Good idea.
try not to ~ sorry x
Got it.
Time is such an odd thing it stretches like chewing gum to only snap back like an elastic band.
That is a brilliant way of putting it!
thanks .. not sure if I made that up or erad an something along those lines. Sometimes it’s hard to tell
How could it have happened over a year ago, I can so imagine you feeling, reeling. 377 days… 377 days…
I look at Daniel and wonder how could it happen he’s now almost an adult, when it seems – as you say – just a few minutes ago, he was born.
Time utterly fascinates me, Julie. And not a one of us can escape it.
Time fascinates me too – the way it compresses, then expands until you don’t know when you are!
i know what you mean. can you believe Al has been in the facility three months now?
And that only seems like the other day!
And yet, you’ve survived. And you’ll keep surviving.
In some ways its like a traumatic divorce – except that neither party wanted it. And what is worse is that there is no way to reconnect.
It probably seems like forever (now).
In many ways, yes.
Damn but time flies… even if you’re not having fun…
That’s for sure!
Dear Julie, my heart is with you both – and I had been there I would have given you a hug … a hard and long one.
And after that we had gone shopping for dancing shoes.
I so wish I could meet you in person!
Julie, if I win on the lottery … and win enough – I be there to give you a hug.
Can’t bring myself to like this post because my heart breaks for you. I wish it were different.
It’s okay and you are fantastic to say this.
Yeah I know what you mean time seems to slip away from us
Sometimes it’s so fast!
Wow. It seems like I have been reading your blog for longer than that, and that Anthony had already transitioned when I first met you. I feel like we are old chums, now!
We are definitely old chums!
Something I’ve never understood about time: how it could pass so quickly, so slowly.
Me too!
Yes, I know what you mean about the minutes / century thing.
I definitely feel that way sometimes.
Yes, it’s a kind of mindgame.
In retrospect and by every account here, you lived every minute to its fullest. And that’s excellent. The fullness of life…
gosh . . . time marches on.