Bill could still vividly remember the day Daisy, his favorite Buffalo, went missing. He had once been fond of summer afternoons, but now, they were unbearable reminders of that devastating day. Each sunny day served as a stark memory of his favorite buffaloes loss.
When he closed his eyes, the memories came flooding back as if they were happening in the present. It was painful to relive, but he couldn’t help himself. This occurred every time he closed his eyes.