I'm reminded of a line(s) from a Pink Floyd song... "You run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking, racing around to come up behind you again. The Sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death." I know I've used it in some variant form in an other post, but it really sums up the passing of time... in a relative way of course.
I realize that I write a lot about time... perhaps because it's an enigma. It's the only constant that has started God only knows when and will continue long after anyone's around to count and mark it out... or will it? I mean time is something that we, as humans, created to keep track of what really... the passage of time? Try as you might or as you wish, you can't speed it up, nor slow it down. You certainly can't stop it nor can you store it... (to us) it is what it is and will never change. In the end, what exactly are we keeping track of anyway? Who will be keeper of the clock when the human race no longer exists? Will it even matter then?
Sorry starting to go off on another tangent... back to the issues at hand.
Well, since it's (as of my posting) after midnight, that means technically it's no longer Sunday (the 3rd of August) but Monday. And if it's Monday, then that means August 4th. If it's August 4th, then it's Nick's birthday. That's right, Nick's birthday... his 10th. The start of the rest of his life having a two digit birthday number.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICK!!!
Ten years gone like that... that's where you'd snap, to show the like that. I'd have to say that he's aged far better going from 1 to 10 than I did going from 33 to 43.
Unfairly, Nick's birthday will forever carry a dubious distinction. August 4th is also the day that started Emmah down her path. It was on this day, now two years ago, that 'the scan that started it all' was taken. Not much of a birthday celebration that day because right after the results revealed the mass, we then went home, packed some things and drove to the hospital to start the testing, thus starting an initial 25 day stay. With many more to follow...
That was two years ago... already.
Now?
Well, Emmah is now officially at camp. We dropped her off yesterday and she will be gone for a whole week. So we will be without our #1 babysitter and will be relying on our #2... but I fear that he will be busy training his dog and scooping up the poop. That's right... I said his dog, a husky. Hopefully he can manage to lend a hand in watching the other four while Julie and I work on the house trying to make some heavy progress on the exterior before our next pending court date on the 12th.
We also realize that the Make-A-Wish trip is almost (end of September) a year in the books already. With that it also marks out a year (October 20th) since Julie's dad's passing. It's funny... ironic... that time doesn't care one wit... and neither do we... until we stop and mark it out with anniversaries, birthdays and holidays and such. It is at that time that the passage hits us... "where does the time go?" It goes where it's always gone... to the past. Don't fret though for every minute that passes there's another coming to replace it.
Oh... I know some of you just went "A WHAT???" when you read Nick has a dog to train and take care of. I will let you off the 'hook'... it's Nintendogs... a game for his Nintendo DS. I mean honestly, do any of you think that we have the time to take care of dog too?
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