6.307 million minutes
6.307 million minutes are in 12 years (I know because I asked Alexa and then asked Siri to double check her work). My Mom died October 4, 2007, twelve years ago. She was 54 years old and she was an alcoholic and the disease killed her. Every year, around the anniversary of her death, I try to do random acts of kindness in her honor. Yesterday, Kris and I went to lunch and I bought the lunches for a table of ladies sitting near us. I didn't get out the door in time before they stopped by to thank me. I told them why I did it and asked they also pay some kindness forward and if anyone asks, tell them that Diane sent them. As we were walking away, one of the ladies said, "she would be so proud of you." Come on lady, why didn't you just stab me in the heart?! I don't know why this particular sentence is always so hard for me to hear. It happens every year around this time or when I mention my Mom. Maybe it's heartbreaking because she's not here to say it. Mayb