Another memory about this time of year which I didn't sift through to, until this morning, is that 10 years ago yesterday, my dad died. He would be 87 now, were he still alive. I must be pretty much over that, because I didn't even consciously remember until now.
These days I live near where he was buried. If it's a nice day I might hike the few miles out along the highway to his spot, and visit, re-member.