Nostalgia for a memorable un remembered defining moment. The ambiance of sorrow a sea congregated with sad faces, but coped with smiling faces. At an age where understanding death is misunderstood. The soul, the essence, parted from a physical home The experience is relatable, it's uncanny as a child, Yet, meta as an adult. Seeing you young but I've forgotten my youth. However, the confusion sheds light later in Life. Surfaced behaviors are like allergic reactions. I filled your tiny shoes, I was just 7. Her voice, her face, her unconditional love... Death at a young age never seems to be what it actually is.