There are periods during our lives it feels as if time is either creeping along or flying by too quickly. For some people a ten years mark can signify happiness: a school reunion, an anniversary of a relationship, being clean/sober. For others it can also be a reminder of loss.
Ten years ago my cousin Danny died. It was unexpected. It is still painful. He was only 24 at the time of his death; he was taken from us far too young. Every year on this day my family grieves anew. They same time eases the pain. It does, to some extent, but the pain never goes away.
Danny, today is for you. I love you. I miss you.