how do you...

I remember the time last Summer that we spent watching the sun set over the Pacific while standing above Route 1 at Palisades Park in Santa Monica. He whacked me in the back of my knee and made me fall in the grass, then he fell next to me and we wrestled each other. I beat him up, of course, and then we just sat there, stared at each other, and talked about how perfect things were. He would say something lame, I would laugh my head off (literally), and then we eventually ended up just embracing each other while we watched the ferris wheel at Pacific Park go around and around, and the sun hide just beyond Malibu.

It's always the small things I remember and cherish the most. I won't ever forget that day, or the expressions on his face and in his voice. It's been a year, and I still recall it like it was last week. I miss that kid. [/being such a sap]
 
if i really cared about someone/something i cant forget about any detail at all. ive dated people i didnt care about and i dont remember many of the times we had or talks or anything, but if something important to me goes down- a great vacation with friends- i wont forget a single detail.

it usually takes a year or two after something is gone for me to fully reflect on it rationally and realize what i have missed.
 
I had to deal with the most horrible situation ever a few weeks ago. I sat on the phone and listened to a lady die. It was horrible. I cried for the whole day after it happened. A few years ago, My grandma passed away while I was holding her hand. The way the lady died on the phone w/ me, was the same way my grandma did. The breathing noises was the same and it took me back to one of the hardest days of my life.
 
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vshayes said:
I had to deal with the most horrible situation ever a few weeks ago. I sat on the phone and listened to a lady die. It was horrible. I cried for the whole day after it happened. A few years ago, My grandma passed away while I was holding her hand. The way the lady died on the phone w/ me, was the same way my grandma did. The breathing noises was the same and it took me back to one of the hardest days of my life.

well, be happy in the thought of knowing she didnt die alone :dunno
 
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