On this second anniversary of my first blog post…
This date reminds me.
The electronics aisle in Target reminds me.
The sign at Luther’s Barbecue reminds me.
The birds in the trees at Kroger remind me.
The loud intercom at Office Depot reminds me.
The parking lots at Best Buy, Barnes and Noble, and Applebee’s remind me.
Books and movies remind me.
Past writings remind me.
I am reminded in my waking and in my lying down to sleep, and in my dreams as well.
Signs on my drive to work remind me.
Songs on the radio and on my iPod remind me.
I am reminded by sights, sounds, smells, and tastes.
Reminders bring both joy and tears.
But can I truly say that I am reminded?
Does a thought have to be absent first, before remembrance can occur?
If so, I’m not sure that I am reminded at all, because you are always there – not just in the back of my mind, but as the constant companion and participant in all my thoughts.
And I imagine that for which I have no memory. So even in new situations you are present.
I cannot forget. And I have no desire to.
Thoughts on “That Reminds Me” … Your writing reminds me of a piece of art … to be analyzed. A thought becomes a welcome or unwelcome visitor. … when you lose the remote or your cell dies – a door is opened to the unexpected.