So a couple nights ago I’m up late as usual working on the computer with the TV on in the background–an ancient Trek:TNG episode, “The Masterpiece Society,”–and there’s this one scene that comes on with a piano recital, of Chopin’s Prelude in E Minor, which my mother used to play decades ago; and all at once I start bawling, for the loss of my mom, your mom, Sharon, everything.

Triggers remain where I least expect them.