Am I remembering???

Homer and I were talking, when we don’t feel good, I get a captive audience, so I was bending his ear about this injury in my left leg and the memory hit…

From toddler age till the Texas event where I died and Larry almost died…

Freda did the hitting!!!

Now Larry being 3 years older than me and grew up to over 6 foot tall, by the time he was a teen, he was as tall as Freda, if not taller, I know in Big Springs, Texas, he was already taller than her…

Freda did all the punishment… By the time Don got home from his military job and his part time job, we rarely saw him…

He had to work a extra job, to keep us all fed and in Texas we were a healthy 6 kids, 16 on down to newborn…

The memory flirted with my brain, giving me a taste into what I haven’t seen since the amnesia hit, does this mean I am remembering???

We are getting into territory that is new to me… Because I haven’t had flash’s of memory of what I lost since the stroke hit on Japan at 14…

It would be remarkable if I regain memories from 1968 to my toddler years, but I don’t hold much hope…

The injury to my left leg is a reminder and I have lots of those, but do I remember those injuries???…

This one is like a flashing neon sign at a run down motel… and I feel like that run down motel…

I never know how this will go…

I know I am done thinking about the estate, I have made my decisions and it is all based on the judge, pick door 1 or 2 or 3???

This was a surprise, but just maybe… I will beat the odds and prove Neuro wrong, again…

I remember…

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