What makes us remember.

I had been wondering why I was feeling kind of blue inside, was it the sun going down sooner now, or what? Then I remembered this morning that it was November again. My body and my brain remember things thru association. The feeling in the air brings me to remember the baby I miscarried at 13 weeks. After years of struggling with infertility I had become pregnant, but I did not know I was until after the baby was no longer viable. I had to have surgery, sitting in the little blood pressure room at the OBGYN and calling my mom and Danney to tell them was surreal. I now have Robert and I cherish every moment with him, but I still wonder when will November just be November again?