We speak in years instead of days.

For Angela, four years on.

“mayfly” (legoalbert, CC BY 2.0)

I remember driving back from Wisconsin. We’d gone on a college visit to UW-Madison. The information session was bland, and the campus was far too hilly for my mom’s legs, which were constricted by a too-tight pair of jeans she insisted on wearing, but the proximity of campus to a lake was appreciable. After the visit we drove to the Dells and walked around…