That reads like me. My memory id very sharp down to tiny details. It's almost as if I take an HD photo and then turn it into words,knowing I'm right,but with no image as reference. My husband died last year and it breaks my heart hearing how friends can see and hear him in their " minds eye". I can describe him but that's it. Even photos seem unfamiliar as if he never existed.

That reads like me. My memory id very sharp down to tiny details. It's almost as if I take an HD photo and then turn it into words,knowing I'm right,but with no image as reference. My husband died last year and it breaks my heart hearing how friends can see and hear him in their " minds eye". I can describe him but that's it. Even photos seem unfamiliar as if he never existed.