There isn't much information so here is the prologue.
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[FONT="] The funeral was a week ago and today, I feel ready. I received my package this morning, so now we can go. My shoulder is still sore. As I make a left-turn to the parking lot, I feel enough pain to make me clench my teeth hard together.[/FONT]
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[FONT="] Alex is already inside the graveyard waiting for me, but I have to get the package from the backseat, before I forget it. I take a minute to gather my thoughts, as I enjoy the spring sun before going into that dark place.[/FONT]
[FONT="] Sometimes I still forget things. Mostly unimportant things, but sometimes important things, too. The thing that hurt me the most was when I realized I had forgotten Alex’ eleventh birthday two weeks ago. I found out five days after, when I asked him if we had celebrated him. He said it wasn’t a big deal, but I cried a little that day. What hurt him the most, however, happened three days ago when I had forgotten about everything that had happened in my life in the last year. It took him hours to convince me that Helen wasn’t with us anymore and that I was somewhat sick. He cried as I kept calling Helen’s phone until it finally hit me.[/FONT]
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[FONT="] This isn’t my fault. I couldn’t have helped it. My condition is not my fault![/FONT]
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[FONT="] However, I should’ve realized what I had before she was taken from me. When I wasn’t suffering from these memory leaks and was supposed to know better. Maybe then, things wouldn’t have gone this bad. Maybe I could’ve stopped the devil from taking from me the love of my life.[/FONT]
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[FONT="] I don’t really know where to start, but I have to start somewhere, so I’ll start from how, what I remember as a good day, suddenly turned into the worst day of my life and everything started falling apart…[/FONT]
