He’s getting along. He’s starting to sleep a little better now. We don’t talk about it too much.

What comes to mind when I think about her was how good of a person she was, and why wasn’t it me instead, because of some of the things I did in the past.

He lived with them for a while, and I guess it was a mother-type relationship. Whenever he wanted, he could come and stay. It was an open door for him.

She was a model employee. She was an employee of the month.