Day after day life goes on as normal. But what is "normal"? Why are we as Americans so obsessed with a concept we do not fully understand or even know how to define? In any case, "they" (whoever "they" are) tell us that life goes on as normal. And time slips by like grains of sand through a child's fingers. When suddenly, out of nowhere, it hits you. It always happens when you least expect it; it's always when you think you're going to be fine. But you turn around and BAM! it just smacks you in the face. Suddenly you are confronted with all that you have tried to leave behind and everything that you want so hard to forget. But you can't forget it. At best you can ignore the feelings, but then the memories only appear all the more vividly in your dreams. Everything inside of you that has been held down and pushed away gushes out in one swift instant. And there's nothing you can do to stop it. It all happens so suddenly that you don't even realize what is taking over your being until it is too late. In a moment it passes, but that moment is a lifetime. And you will not be the same. You are left aching, wanting, somehow less than what you were just a moment ago. No words will fix the problem. No medicine can heal the pain. There is no magic cure for a broken heart.