To realize I have forgotten what someone looks like because I haven’t seen them for a year is a lesson on the transience of life. I need that lesson now, and I can refer to the New Testament about what to expect. Anyway, I’m not depressed, but rather joyful about it.
I like to think about good things in the future, and a restoration of that memory is one of those possibilities. Not here, now, but then. Hey, I’m going to some happy gatherings yet, and a funeral is not on the list.
I’m looking for the colors of the sugar maple in the fall, the pumpkins in the field, the apples on the trees. I remember them all. I remember you, too.