In the whole nightmare that has become your existence there are things you forget; some are little some are big. You forget to cancel your child’s haircut appointment, dentist appointment, voice lesson. You forget to call her in absent one day. You forget that she’s not in the car so you don’t have to listen to THAT MUSIC. You forget that your husband is feeling the same pain and that he needs you as much as you need him. You try to remember that you have another child who needs you just as much now if not more than she did before. You apologize for forgetting to email people back or return phone calls or keep up with your work but really right now your brain can hold only so much. And really, you just want to remember when your child was happy and forget eberything else. And you just keep hearing Barbara Streisand singing memories in the back of your mind.