Yes, but it’s very bittersweet.
I remember one Easter visiting my parents, when we already knew Dad was dying. At that time, he still used to take long walks, in spite of the seriousness of his condition (it wouldn’t be long before he could barely stand). To spend as much time as possible with him, I accompanied him on one of these walks, even though it would not normally have been my thing (I’ve only really started making more effort to walk since my diagnosis).
I particularly remember two things - nothing profound, really - just small things that stay with you.
On the walk, we saw a tree we couldn’t identify. It was a very simple and graceful tree - like a child’s drawing. Dad asked me: “Do you know what that tree is?” I said: “Sorry, no, I don’t, we’ll have to Google when we get home!” Then we passed a street near us called Hornbeam Road - we’d both known it for years. Dad said: “I don’t think I know what a hornbeam looks like, do you?” Again I said: “Sorry, no, I don’t, we’ll have to Google when we get home.”
When we got home, we Googled “hornbeam”, and found it was the name of the tree we hadn’t been able to identify! Mum asked: “Did you enjoy your walk?”, and we said: “Yes: we found a tree without a name, and a name without a tree, and when we got home, they matched!”
But the other thing that happened on the walk was that as we were passing the pub, a tiny bird flew out of one of the legs of the pub sign, just missing our faces. I’m not sure what bird it was now - probably a blue tit. The metal support of the sign had a tiny hole in it - not intentional - presumably some quirk of the manufacturing process. I would not even have noticed that hole, let alone expected a bird to pop out of it! The bird had obviously decided to nest in the pub sign. I often wonder if there’s one in there every Spring, or if we were just lucky to see it when we did. It always makes me think of Dad - the surprise of that bird popping out from an unexpected place, as well as coming home with two unanswered questions, and finding they were two halves of the same thing!
Isn’t it strange, the little things you remember?