Yep, only time I ever even think about the people who basically raised me is when Karo Syrup is mentioned. That and peanut butter, honey, Southern style potato salad, cigarettes (I don't but they did), Makers Mark and Eagle Rare, the Army, any major life decisions, daily random thoughts about how they would have reacted to something one of my kids does, seeing my son's resemblance to my Grandpa, looking at pics, seeing my grandfather's initialed wallet from the early 1940's on my dresser and especially the love of the Vols that they instilled in me.
Geez I need to find more time to think about and miss them, lol.