sometimes we forget

As the year closes in on death and a rebirth of a new year, I’ve become reflective on events past. Revisiting moments of the last 37 years on earth (although the first few are impossible to remember, although I do like to visit a memory from, I suppose, when I was very small. I remember being in a booster seat of some kind - One of those ones that bounce and shake you , provide entertainment to give your mom a break. One of those things - the contraption was set on our kitchen table at my childhood home in Pittsburgh and was positioned in front of the window. I remember staring out to the dogwood tree that was planted just outside.