Time is much shorter than we anticipate. Fun quickens time, boredom prolongs time yet we complain of being elsewhere than where we’re meant to be. Sadly it takes the death of someone we’re familiar with in recognizing that time is only shortened tremendously the minute funeral arrangements are orchestrated, the coffin is carefully selected, and the burial plot is already prepared. Our memories are blatantly scarce within a second, our goodbyes are securely tucked away in prevention, hoping denial is only as false as the perception of letting go.
– C.A. Thomas