Its so unusual at this stage of my life to feel as though time has been moving slow. My whole life has been a blur. I blinked once and I was 30, I sneezed twice, wiped my nose and found out I’m 2 ounces shy of a 40. But in 11 days, it will be one year since my mom finally let go. While I remember every second like I’m living it, Dani’s tone on the phone while my back was to her while putting on my socks, the smell of the car when while we drove, and obviously the song on the radio that still reverberates every time I think of that day, it all seems like so long ago.