When someone that has been very close to us is gone and we have no choice but to accept the reality that they are gone permanently; we force ourselves to accept their absence for the reality that it is. We know that they will always be in our hearts and we will always remember the times spent together. We move on, as best we can, because we must; and though we want to remember those times as if that ‘now’ never ended we know we must accept that it has. Then, as time drifts past, there are moments that we do forget and then there are periods when all of those memories come surging back as if a tsunami is engulfing us and casting us against the unforgiving shore. We begin to count the days of ‘apart’ realizing that we can never forget. Then years pass and we do ‘forget’ and then we don’t… because we can’t. And we silently mark the days that we remember to forget, or at least try…but we cannot.