chapter  4
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Trauma and Temporality

Recently, Dr. Z and her husband, who had been good friends of mine for about 5 years, revealed something to me that they had never before disclosed: that they had attended the memorial gathering following Dede’s death nearly 11 years before. Dr. Z began telling me of the sadness she had seen in my two children. In a ash, the intervening years vanished into nothingness, and I was transported back to that sad event. I saw again the sadness in my children’s faces and felt the soft touch of my daughter, Stephanie’s, head resting sweetly on my shoulder, and, nearly 11 years later, I was once again consumed with sorrow.