My grandmother cooking in the kitchen and my grandfather in the kitchen with her, and that they were talking. Yeah. Them just talking. I can't even remember what they were talking about. But just talking. And his voice, her voice, the back and forth. The coffee, the cigarettes, her perfume.

And my grandfather was very gentle, you know, he had, like, this very soft and very kind voice. And when he would hug you, it was like, okay, that's what a hug is. he means it. So I remember him hugging my grandmother in the kitchen and them talking, going back and forth. And it was just a glimpse, like I went in there and I kind of looked around and I, I don't remember what I was doing. I grabbed something and then I walked off.

I would say that's probably the memory that stays pretty strong.