Because the passage of time becomes molasses when dealing with the death of a loved one. A month. A year. Two years. All the same.

People were always trying to fix the past. They deliberately, often unconsciously, relived events similar to something that had gone wrong.

But sometimes the monster in the closet was really just a worthless clown in a coma.

I didn't find out until I became a father. You don't just LOVE your children. You FALL in love with them.

I MUST BE A TIME TRAVELLER
BECAUSE
I AM ALWAYS AHEAD OF MY TIME

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF THE
BACKSTABBING
BECAUSE IT MADE ME
A STRAIGHT-SHOOTER!