Breakfast. I have a hyper-real visual memory of BD, though I can't remember many of H's actual words (all too painful, thank you hippocampus for blocking this). H started his speech while I was eating a bowl of cereal and milk, getting ready for work. I just sat there like zombie. So did the cereal. I dumped it in the disposer several hours later, when I could move again. Even now I can't sit in that place to eat my breakfast, and I snarf it fast because soggy cereal is a trigger, and so is just talking with my H during breakfast.
"You have a right to action, not to the fruit thereof; shoot your arrow, but do not look to see where it lands." -Bhagavad Gita