One Day At A Time.
Time. It's a funny and complex thing, and one in which I've attempted to understand on multiple occasions throughout my life. I can't even comprehend that a month has passed since I last wrote, which is so perplexing I want to laugh. Instead, I write the following with time on my mind (obviously). Yesterday marked seven years since my one of a kind, outrageously funny, impossibly sweet, loving, cousin died. He was only 23. I hate that I remember it as if it just happened. As if I just received the phone call that would change life as I knew it, forever. I wasn't even aware of this until I saw it on Facebook--until I saw his face, and his huge, beautiful smile gracing my screen. All I could do in that moment was think, "Man, I miss that kid." Because yeah, I fucking miss that kid so damn much. That's what he was anyway--just a kid, trying to live an epic life that was cut short by life being what it often is--unfair. Time has come and gone, m
