Thanks for that.
I had a similar sense of things last week. I was there last week for E's graduation. I drove past the place where I took her for her first day at school and then went to her last. She was there, impossibly grown-up and then I left and dropped her bag off at the old house.
Don't mind admitting I wept when I got home for all the years that have passed and everything that's happened.
One ought never to go back. It doesn't do one any good.
I remember when you used to walk there to collect her.
I'd have been married 25 years this September. There are things I can't remember now. What sort of dinners did we used to eat, given that j was vegetarian? I should remember, I cooked them ffs! What was the name of the ironiong lady? She worked for us for years and years and I can't remember. Poor Wilbur's dead now, and poor Florence of course. A whole family destroyed and an ironing lady unemployed. It's a tragedy.