Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay in this dream world where none of it had ever happened. She was in a world where she never experienced loss. With every passing moment she was remembering less of that loss, her memories fading ever so slowly. Did she want to remember? At this point she could only recall the pain in her chest. The sinking feeling in her stomach. The tears. Was that pain real if she couldn't even remember who or what she was grieving? The minuscule urge to fight the memory loss was overtaken by how light and burden free she felt. She knew she was letting go of something so utterly important but at this point, she just didn't care.