You Can't Go Back

I went over to my old neighbor's house tonight to help him with a computer problem.

When I was leaving, I noticed the tree in my old yard looked different. My neighbor explained that the tree we planted, when Rachel was born, had died and been replaced.

This isn't a post about regret, but perhaps reflection. You really can't go back, not 6 years, not 10 years, not 2 years. Reflection sometimes sucks.