Today is my brother’s birthday. Unfortunately, he passed away five years ago. If I could send him a message it would be:
I want you to know I still have your number in my contacts on my phone. I just could never bring myself to delete you. I love you and miss you. I wish you were here, so I could say happy birthday to you in person.
In the mid 1990’s, I got my first email account.
At that time, email was a new and unique way to communicate. I was excited about having the account.
My brother also had an email account, so he sent me an email to see if it would work.
I thought it was hilarious and it still makes me laugh.
When we moved back to the United States in 1987, I was amazed at how different it was from Germany. I spent most of my life in Europe, so there was a lot that I didn’t know or understand about America.
One of the first things I noticed was the cereal isle in grocery stores. I was surprised to see an entire isle dedicated to cereal. I wanted to try every single box of cereal. I especially wanted to try the boxes that used pop culture to entice shoppers.
Unfortunately, my mom wasn’t willing to purchase that much cereal at one time. Oh well, that’s how life goes.
I loved this song when I was young and it was still new. However, many years have passed and it makes a lot more sense to me now.
I got my first cassette player when I was about 8 years old, and someone gave me a tape with “Somebody’s Knocking” by Terry Gibbs. It was the only cassette I had, so I would play that song, rewind the tape, and play it again.
The song isn’t considered a classic or anything like that, but it will always have a special place in my heart. It brings back so many memories and makes me feel like a kid again.
Time is fleeting
A memory leaving
You are left wondering
Where was it going
Time flies fast
Moments never last
Memories like a cast
In the mind a blast
Until the cast brakes
The memories are fake
Time never comes back
Time there is a lack
Your time has finished
Memories are destroyed
Life is complicated
New life, new memories replicated
It is the circle of things
For one the death toll rings
For another life springs
It’s a mystery what time brings