My memory is shot.
This isn’t a new phenomenon. I’ve experienced it for a long time. I won’t recall recent events. I don’t recall details, I don’t recall times or who or… most of it.
If I see a picture, I’ll think “Hey! I remember that… but… I don’t remember the details! ”
And then I’d invariably go ask Mark.. “Hey where was this? Who was this? How old were the kids?”
He’d have the answer. Every time. Especially if I showed him a picture.
Now he’s not here. And I don’t have things scrap booked or organized or anything.
I have a big bin of pictures.
This summer – I’m going to try to put my memories into a cohesive order – chronologically as possible.
Usually a picture will trigger a memory… I won’t remember everything… but I’m hoping to remember enough.
Because now – I have no one to remind me who, when, what or where.
Because he was the keeper of memories.
And now he’s gone.