How is that possible?
My Mom said "Life goes on" when I told her it's been a thousand days. I started thinking about that. I feel stuck. I don't feel like life has gone on for me, time has. I'm still doing the same things I was 1000 days ago. I don't think my Dad is too happy about that, and only I can change it.
I miss my son terribly. The two weeks he was home at Christmas were nice. Now the house is back to being empty and quiet and I'm wallowing in self pity.
I need to get off my fat ass and start living my life and doing something with myself.