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I think what you are looking at are good memories

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Thank you Sky, for explaining the difference. You are right. The first part of what I wrote was the memory of those times.

It was this part, where you explain "flashbacks (feeling as if you are actually in the traumatic situation again)." that I left my brother's funeral and was transplanted back to my fathers, twenty-seven years earlier.

Perhaps I didn't explain it well enough.

Suddenly, I was standing back at my father's grave while soldiers folded his flag and presented it to my mother. Sad faces, sniffles all around, I had nowhere to look but down at my shoes. Shiny shoes, theirs and mine, were all I wanted to see.

Someone touched my shoulder and I looked up to find I was back at my brother's grave.

I know the difference between a memory and a flashback, Sky. I have sufered with PTSD for thirty-eight years.

I hope you don't mind, I changed the post icon from your cool blue smirk back to confusion.