November 9, 2007, 10 years, and 4 days, but who’s counting? August 16, 2013, 4 years 2months and 28 days, but who’s counting? 4 months and 22 days….But who’s counting?? The truth is it’s me that’s who’s counting. You see ever since I could remember I’ve always liked counting it calms me, for instance whenever I’m nervous I do the eight count shakedown in my head. I’m not sure why I just do. So whenever someone dies it only seems right that I count how long it has been since it happened, if I’m really worked up and really missing them ill sometimes count the hours too, it’s kinda pathetic really. But they say that everyone grieves in their own way, so why can’t this be mine? Don’t worry, soon I’ll write about how each one has affected me, I’ll probably write several of them. And by doing this it will hopefully help me get it all out into the open and help me deal with it all. Or knowing me ill just give up halfway through, ill convince myself it is stupid and isn’t helping me and that all I’m doing is wasting time writing this down for no one to read, I know there’s no way id ever show these to my family, this isn’t for them it’s for me, after all, who’s counting??