I just actually like to imagine the people that have supported me. It's a weird tool. I don't think I've ever shared. I'm actually slightly embarrassed to share this out. 'Cause there are only two things that make me cry, and that's talking about my bulldog and talking about my graduate advisor. And if I talk it about any longer, I'll probably cry. But I think about them a lot because they were kind of similar. They were kind of ornery and they were hard on me, and I adored them both. And so these days I try and think about people that really, that I love.