 that I dreaded writing it and I'd have sort of a form of writer's block. It was sort of in the highs and in the lows. I sort of, everyone in it except for my brother, my immediate family had passed on. And I was, without getting too spooky about it, it was like bringing them back. It was like conjuring them. I could see everything so clearly. My placement of where I was, how old I was, what I felt like.