I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.
My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.