There are 8765 hours in a year.  That mean more than 61-thousand hours have passed since Risa passed away – and still time remains an elusive concept to grasp.  Sometimes the hours (and days and months) fly by as I am amazed at what we have accomplished.   Other times, I can feel each of the hours painfully tick by – seemingly without a concern of the one that will follow. Perhaps its due to the time of year when this…