8 months today. Not that time is relevant. Every day is the same day.
"I get up in the morning, put my dreams away. I get up, I get up, I get up again."
It's from a song by a group called Dead Man's Bones. Ryan Gosling's their frontman. My son told me about them, of course. All their songs feature death. In a non-morbid way. There's even a children's choir.
When there is no future, does time really exist? Once we stop growing up, we measure time by our children's lives. That's when time is meaningful. Now it doesn't matter. Yes, I'm getting older, but when you're already dead, age doesn't matter. Just a little bit older and colder every day.