At the point of her death, I felt a particular pang, but I can’t remember now. I tried to recall it earlier but could not. I remember thinking it wasn’t worth remembering, but I don’t remember what was so unforgettable and unimportant as to ascribe the label of “forgettable.” If it was all the way forgettable, I wouldn’t have dwelled on it, and if it was really important, I would have remembered. So it must have been an in the middle thought, closer to forgettable, but at least worth pondering its merits for a moment.
