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When he was alive, I had felt no need to think of him constantly. I knew that he was there. Forgetfulness was normal. After he died, I had turned my body into a memorial - an inert gravestone for him. To be awake meant that there were moments of amnesia, and those moments seemed to annihilate Mattew twice. When I forgot him, Matthew was nowhere - not in the world or in my mind.