I can't believe the way some seemingly totally unconnected "thing" can ripple my thoughts all the way back to Gary, or Mom...poor hubby cannot understand how driving by the most insignificant places can reduce me to a sobbing mess in the car. I might see a sign in the window, or an object on the grass, or something totally unrelated to the end thought...these things will somehow make me think of something else, which then leads me to another thought, then another thought, until finally it leads back to a specific (but unrelated to the original "thing" that triggered me!) memory of Gary - and I just start sobbing. SAP? Count me in big-time!!!
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When you don't like a thing, change it.
If you can't change it, change the way you think about it.

(Maya Angelou)