One year shy a day, one year and a day, one year dead.
Real life rarely hits the mark precisely, it’s all laws of averages and accumulated medians and compromise. That’s just the way it is. Fuzzy logic governed by guesswork and decisions taken always with the benefit of experience but never guided by foreknowledge. Mistakes compounding mistakes, regrets, I’ve had a few.
So let’s call it a year. A dead year.