This one hit deep. The weight of memory, the ache of loss—it lingers, just like the details you hold on to. I feel the helplessness in your words, the way grief doesn’t fade, just shifts. That last line stays with me, though: to truly live is to be intentional. It’s a hard reminder, but a necessary one. If this was meant to convey what you felt, trust me—it does. And it lingers.