The old neighborhood

I found myself in the old neighborhood today. 

I took the opportunity and drove down Bluehill lane.   I saw a house that I could barely remember and it was well cared for.   For some reason you want to size up the people that live there and what I saw was that they drive a minivan and apparently have a child in the military.    They are just regular people, like we were.
 
Tomorrow is Mothers Day and in July it will be 10 years since I lost my mom.   It's sad that my first memory when seeing the house was the time when she passed.   I have to strain to think of other times there, even though the regular times were so much more common.