First year, you think about it every day. You relive it. Doesn't matter what you do, you can't get it out of your head. People tell you it's part of God's plan. Maybe they're right, but it doesn't stop you from wanting to punch them in the face every time they say it. And time passes. Two, three years. Maybe you even start to feel normal. Maybe you start to believe that maybe this thing won't actually scar you for the rest of your life. But then one day, something reminds you. A song or a smell. And it touches that nerve and all of a sudden it's the day you got that news all over again.