Visualize them as dots. See how many you have spent, and how many are left.
Here's what that really looks like.
Two numbers you've probably never put side by side.
A holiday. A birthday. A weekend home. Life quietly fills the rest.
That's about how many times you have left to see her.
Each dot is one visit. Not “someday.” Twenty-five Sundays.
We'll never put a number on a life. But the time you share is finite, whether we say it out loud or not. Seeing it is what turns “someday” into this weekend.
Ourglass never puts a number on anyone's life, only on the time you'll share. If you're grieving, be gentle with yourself; this is meant as a soft nudge toward presence, never a source of dread.