A Day as a Minute

A week ago, a few of us met. It is a tradition that started out of a need for support.

We had been thrust into a chapter in life no parent wants to experience. In what still seems like a heartbeat, we went from guiding an 18-year-old to planning her funeral. The day is forever stuck in replay. The day starts with some creative time at m keyboard, followed by an argument with my daughter. A hot noon lunch with my daughter and wife, later hearing an apology message she left.

I do my shift in a very unique environment with every detail moving according to clockwork, almost as if time itself had a...