Or…
Ok, this is troubling.
You know what's going on. You can still remember everything, from getting hit by the bus to standing in the void. But before that? Your parents? Your family? It's all fuzzy; like you were there for all those moments, but they happened to someone else.
The realization bothers you. Your parents weren't perfect, but fuck, they were your parents, and you loved them. And there was all your schooling, your friends, all the stupid video games you wasted a life playing? All more distant than before. Already you struggle to remember the fine details that once came readily. At this rate, it won't be long before all specifics are lost to you.