Inspired by a picture
What was it that I was supposed to do again? Did I have a meeting or had to go shopping with my daughter? Now I feel stupid.
It’s like everyone can read my thoughts and I feel lost. Maybe if I stare at my watch I will remember. Time helps or heals. What was it again?
My memory is getting worse, but that’s part of the process. Getting old hurts in ways you can’t understand unless you live them. And I am lucky enough.
Dementia runs in the family, like a legacy we can’t escape.