A brain injury wrecked my inner calendar but hasn't stopped me from having the time of my life

This First Person column is written by Sheila Willis, who lives in the northern Alberta hamlet of Smith. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, please see the FAQ.

It was my granddaughter’s third birthday. There were bouncy castles, balloons, a cake. Kids playing, laughing, screaming. Hugs and kisses from a multitude of family members.

Except me. 

As I looked at the pictures on Facebook, I could see my granddaughter’s smile and the light in her eyes as she opened presents and I realized I had missed another milestone. My brain injury has stolen my sense of time — and so much