It's OK, my memory isn't what it used to be. I can't remember crap either.
This has been a terrible year. So many images that I can't get out of my head. Holding his hand, the Marine playing Taps. And then there are the dreams. Dreams that he's still alive, and it was all just some monumental mistake. They are so real that I wake up thinking they are true, only to realize that they're not.
All that has happened has caused a never ending flare for me. Emotional meltdowns happen pretty much all the time.