(I post this on the anniversary of a terrible day in US history. September 11th is a painful, tragic, excruciating anniversary of horrible deeds that murdered many. Let us hold in our hearts all of the complexity of that day for a quiet moment before I launch into my own very different musings on the time-warp-ed-ness of memories.)
My oldest child turned 40 this year. What astounds me about this is that I can remember in exquisite detail her infant and toddler years and those of her younger brothers. It’s like my brain has become a … not sure what the current technology would be for it, but back in the day it was called a roll-a-dex. Pull out one random card, and I can remember vividly episodes from their childhoods … and my own. I keep accumulating years and memories which is, of course, so much better than the alternative! But what am I supposed to do with all of these seemingly random visits from times gone by?