I know so many people say the same thing, but if you are a similar age to me (55 at the time of this writing), you understand - life goes by quickly. I'm not talking about the 55 years that already have flown by for me, or (hopefully) the remaining 20+ years I have left to live that will come and go just as quickly. I know I've had many cases recently where at the end of the day I say to myself: "How did the day go by so quickly?". It's already time to finish up the night and go to bed. Each day just seamlessly flies by, so much in fact, that I struggle to comprehend that it's been just shy of 1 year since my son Calvin tragically passed away. That day is etched in my mind, my wife's mind, and my daughter's mind - along with many people Calvin touched. It seems only yesterday that the medics were here frantically trying to revive Calvin at the top of our stairs. There isn't a day that goes by that myself, my wife, or my daughter bring him up in conversation. My wife still goes to weekly therapy to get some relief to her sadness. I try to preoccupy myself either with work, exercise, or spending time with my daughter and wife. My daughter still struggles to cope with the grief of loss of her brother. Since Calvin's passing, I have coincidentally met the medics on several occasions, that were at our house that day. I have also heard from, and met, some of Calvin's close friends. These encounters can be comforting, knowing that there are others out there that not only still remember Calvin, but were touched by his presence, and his loss. I still find myself looking for any old photos or videos of Calvin, wanting to see his face, and hear his voice. Every now and then either social media, an old friend of Cal's, or an acquaintance presents something new, something I haven't seen before. I love those moments. Sometimes when you see or hear something you haven't seen or heard before, it gives you the false impression that he's still around. Without it, you know that everything you have is all that you'll ever have going forward. That's such an empty feeling. Time, while moving so fast for me, has completely come to a standstill for Calvin. How we all wish we could have and share some new experiences with Calvin. He died much too young at 24. He was such a good kid and touched so many people, me being one of them, my wife another, and my daughter as well. It's been almost one year since he passed away, and it seems like only a day ago all of this happened, but a million years since I have heard his voice or seen his face. Nothing puts the exclamation point, engraves how real this situation is, quite the same as seeing the stone, only placed a month or so ago, in the ground, with not only my son's name, but mine as well - reminding me that my day will come someday. Our family still struggles to believe that this is real. We struggle with having to spend the rest of our lives living with this. How can that be? Why us? Why not someone else? Some of these are selfish thoughts we wouldn't wish of others, but why us?? I know this will never make sense to us. We simply have to live with it while counting each day that has passed since we've last seen Calvin alive. We remember funny things you used to say and do, the love and joy you brought us, and all of the things that made you unique. You were such a good kid Cal, and we're thinking of you always.Love you Cal-mom (Michelle), dad (Jim), and sister (Ann)