T called back. She said everything I needed to hear. She said it's ok to be tired and scared and sad, and that I can get through this. As big and huge and scary as the emotions are, I can get through it.

I told her that I'm remembering new stuff everyday, or almost every day, and that there are whole parts I don't remember yet. I asked if that stuff is going to come out, or how does it work? She said "Everybody is different...I don't know. But whatever does come up, we'll walk through it." I felt that in my heart and my gut, her using the word "we". It's not just me, it's both of us. We'll walk through it, I'll keep breathing, and it'll be okay.

She also said she's going to bring in her copy of Finding Nemo for me to borrow, because she is always telling me "just keep breathing, breathing, breathing...". I didn't tell her I have a plastic clown fish that I bought simply because it reminded me of her and reminds me to breathe. I am almost insanely excited to have something that belongs to T that I can hold in my hands and have in my apartment for a week. It's like a piece of her. Do you think she knows that? She's been doing this work for 20+ years, so my guess would be yes.

anyway, that's my update. I feel better. Thanks PC friends