What about those moments that fall through the cracks? The moments that aren’t played like a broken record throughout our minds? That rarely get a passing thought? Do those count any less than all of the other moments? I grieve for them, that they so effortlessly get lost amid the spotlight shone on the others. I bet there are some beautiful moments there, in the forgotten abyss, that could heal the pain of the vivid, graphic ones that flood my mind from our sleepless nights.