Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock

When I was a little girl I don’t remember clocks in the house. I’m sure there were clocks, I just don’t remember any, except one. It was a brown rectangular clock with glow in the dark numbers that flipped as the minutes and hours passed. I would sit in front of it mesmerized by the minutes flipping by. There was an endless amount time to be counted, but where has it gone?

Now I’m sitting in the same house listening to the minutes tick by on a clock. I sit here in the quiet as the clock ticks and my father’s time is winding down. The cancer has spread to his liver and it is just a matter of time before he ceases to function.

Where has the time gone?