Truly it’s not as if I was the girl always dreaming of her wedding day or anything of the nature. But when you essentially lose your parents, it’s almost as if the simple, traditional things gain much more of an immense importance. Like making the tacky sugar cookies on Christmas with your mum or riding your bikes to the bookstore with your dad become that become core memories. Ones that were so mundane you’d never thought twice about them. I’d never thought, let alone daydreamed about the dress I’d wear when I married. Or how your dad will walk you down the aisle... ugh.