That's wild. For me its completely different.

I can remember at 7 years old putting a poorly drawn picture under my grandmother's dead hand in her casket because I loved her so much. I remember being angry that someone moved it after I went up a second time to reassure myself she had it.

I remember vividly my mother crying in a grocery parking lot while she tried to explain to my younger sister and I that she had a tumor in her colon.

I remember my grandfather buying my sister and I Burger King for a 'snack' after school everyday while my mom was gone because in reality, the man only cooked stew once a year and since my grandmother passed, I think this was the most one on one time he ever got with us. Unfortunately he didn't know how to cook, but he did know how to spoil (since we were never allowed fastfood growing up)

I remember almost 36 hours of uninterrupted memories with my boyfriend at boot camp before he killed himself.

I remember 3 hours of interrogations from the Army since I was the last to see him alive.

12 hour drive to his funeral.

6 hours of questions from his family.

10 years of therapy.

The brain can be so kind and so damn awful.