Our time was vicious and persistent and it tore away any thought of ever being normal again. Gone were the days of green grass, summer sun, a gentle cat’s purr calming the day into night, or the soft touch of another person who truly loved you. What came in its place was pure darkness, even in the light of day. This was oppression. A singular hovering thought that, once the reality of its moment passed, it consumed every thought. While each of us may have operated as if we were normal, we were not. This was a heavy dark cloud that followed us everywhere. We will laugh again but, for now, every waking moment is spent repressing what we know, what we did and how it makes us feel.