Remember April

Image #11 Remember - April 2017

Finally it is Spring. The docs convened on my case and I have been told I can drive again.
So ok, now what? I feel anxious about leaving my beautiful prison.

Every April the bulbs that my mother gave me 30 years ago bloom and every year I am reminded of her.
I wish I could call her and have a funny chat about all this. Maybe she could help me figure out who or what had saved me?

I can hear her say in her fake mafia voice "Forget about it."

Because my accident caused temporary memory loss, my thoughts rattle around a bit, like dice.

Those dice have mostly fallen away, but with the shake up I am remembering forgotten scenes from my early childhood. A friendly spirit in Nana's attic? And a few other zingers that seemed perfectly normal at the time.

One day I recalled the scene of what I think of as my first memory. I was lying in a baby carriage looking around.
I can clearly remember the sides and edges of the carriage. I was gazing up at the tall trees above me.

Safe and sound I was.