"Thinking about it is- It’s constant. I always have to think about it." He ran his fingers over his face. His hand snagged on one of the scars on his cheekbone. "Everytime I look in the mirror I’m reminded that I lost my spouse. Every step that I take I’m reminded of their death, of waking up days after the accident and no one telling me where they were, not being able to get up to find them myself. The pain and the inconvenience are just things I have to deal with now. It’s the reminder I can’t stand."