Each day feels new, and my memory of the one before is faint. I’m learning to adapt. |
| Chronic short-term memory loss has a negative impact on those I love. The most devastating period is between 1990 and 2019. I equate it to a bad memory chip on a computer. Not everything is lost. Yet, enough is to make life difficult. During this time, my children graduated from high school and started their families. There are pictures I do not recognize and letters I cherish to reread. I sure wish I had kept a blog or journal back then. Today, I don't write daily, but I do try to write after events I know I want to remember. This blog has helped me get some things off my chest. It's a surprise that anyone finds it interesting. Thank you to those who read and those who offer encouragement. I see you. |