I can hardly remember what it was like. Where do all our childhood memories like to hide? Such an innocent time. Slowly, it comes to me. A charming wife working days in a city, never asking why as a mother of five. Inseperable, it's impossible for us to forget. Her laughter is what we'll miss. And singing those high octaves, in which only she could hit. No, I don't want to remember 1989. The year we first learned of cancer. Taking it's sweet time in taking her life.