(Time) slipping through my fingers

I’m listening to Jude Yorke’s stunning cover of ABBA’s Slipping Through My Fingers. I especially love the part where he harmonises with his former opera singer Mum, Liza Beamish. You probably know what I’m talking about, since the original video went viral, so I won’t link to it here. The song seems timely when thinking about my mum. But also regarding the time since her death. It has been nine weeks, forever and nothing.