Seven years ago today, the former drummer for Crowded House killed himself. I remember it well, but it doesn't seem like it was seven years ago.
I have a tough time, lately, wrapping my head around the concept of time. It feels just a few seconds ago that I was in high school and at the same time it feels decades since I was married the first time. It's not so much getting older and things "had to be just a few days ago" that clearly weren't, but that I honestly have things mixed up in my head. Or everything being all jumbled IS a sign of me being old and I'm just in denial.
When did this happen? When did 10 years ago start feeling like yesterday and two weeks ago begin to feel like a lifetime? Was it always that way and I'm just off enough to start noticing?
While browsing Netflix yesterday, Sammy saw some random show he used to watch. "Oh, man! I LOVED that show when I was younger!". Maybe I'm full of it and it just always IS the state of being.
(better be home soon, neil finn)