Sadly, I think that I've forgotten a lot. But, surprisingly, I find myself remembering odd things when I'm in a situation that stirs up the memory pot.
On a recent drive to Kona we passed by Iwalani Place and I vividly remembered a moment back when I was about 7 or 8 when my dad first pointed out that road because we lived on Iwalani Street in Hilo. The recollection was a slightly jarring moment.
I wish he were here.