Here's one that does. I remember remembering; my father in bed, my mother sitting beside it, me standing near the door. We've been having an anguished family conversation, possibly about where to move my father after his discharge from the hospital. It's a conversation that my father, to the slight extent that he can follow it, is hating, Finally hecries out with passionate emphasis, as if he's had enough of all the nonsense, "I have always loved your mother. Always." And my mother buries her face in her hands and sobs.