Do you ever wonder where the time goes? Between being a 24/7 caregiver through COVID and the next year losing my husband, I have found it extremely difficult to come to grips with concept of time. It is just one of the many adjustments I've had to make to the new life I now find myself in. But it's all a process, right? And I'm getting there, wherever that is, step by step, one day at a time. The one piece of time that I do understand, however, is that once a year, on April 1, I remember the day Brian died. His struggles with Parkinson's ended, and I met my new companion -- grief. I'm learning to live with it. To make it a friend. To walk hand in hand with it instead of try to run away. It's taught me many things, the most important of which is each new sunrise that you get to see is a gift. Don't take it for granted.