Now that I've had those seizures I get strange impressions of my past life. For instance, recently John and I took photos for a family reunion. As I took the photos, and as I edit them the memories of when we lived in Pomona (a suburb of Los Angeles) when I was about five come up. I don't remember having any family reunions then, but being in our friends' yard, seeing all the grandkids and kids having fun together made me feel I was back there.
But it isn't just the impression of memories I've been involved in. Today (July 15) while walking home from downtown in the morning, I felt as if I was in Falfurrias Texas in 1963. I felt as if I was part of the family with Grandpa Frazer, Mama Grande, Uncle James, Jim, Karen, and Sharen and the dog as they were preparing to come see Charley and Lee, Deb and little Coleen in Santa Rosa. My two brothers Dan and Glenn weren't born yet.
I was not in Falfurrias in 1963, I was in California, and the family was coming to see us. Why would it feel like I was remembering it? In addition, the weather today was in the 60s at that time. I do know that in the middle of July, Falfurrias does not have weather in the 60s. It's usually a sweltering 99 - 100. The only thing that might have triggered this impression was the song that was playing on my phone, Do Nothing Til You Hear From Me, an old Big Band tune. But why Falfurrias?
These seizures are like someone stirring up my bucket. I'm enjoying these memory impressions. I hope they don't settle back into the recesses of my mind, unreachable. Not only do I find it interesting, I am finding it quite enjoyable.