When I think about the past, I always feel really sad that it is gone. I need to be able to remember with pleasure, for example, the dogs running around loose at Crow Point. So far, I can't do that.
When I think about China being in the car on the trip out here, I kind of feel sick to my stomach comparing that to now when she is missing. Why is the past spoiled by the present?
The woman who lives across the street said, regarding her partner's terminal illness, 'it is what it is'. She did qualify that a little bit by saying that's how she feels on good days, but, still.
I guess people can do that because they have to be able to do that. How can I do that?
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