Life flies by at a frenetic pace, filled with work, family, friends and commitments.
Days where there are not enough minutes for all on offer.

Life passes in a bubble of time, moving so much more slowly than the rest of the world, not knowing what day it is.
Days that repeat with the same routine, surrounded by strangers, punctuated only by visits from a few, and bursts of therapy.

Two lives that used to be like one, running along side by side. But now, one leaving the other in its wake, reaching out a hand to help it keep up as best it can.

Like a river where there are fast and slow currents. Or water dripping down rocks, quickly in some places, slower in others.