My grandma(Dad’s mom) passed away, when I was 6–7 years of age. On the day, Dad was with her in another city. Mom and Brother were crying at home — and neighbors consoling them. And I was playing with my toy. I knew something has happened but I was confused. Yet, this specific memory is still there with exactness. Our then home, my that toy car.
Thanks for sharing this, Gail. Truly, it is the choice.