If anyone is going to get Alzheimer's it is going to be me. For some reason I just don't put a lot of stock in the past. I can easily memorize choreography or learn something but to catalog and retain details from the past almost seem like a waste of time to me. My children are going to need therapy someday just because their mother wont know how old they were when they lost their first tooth or took their first step. It doesn't mean I love them any less - in fact I think it just makes me love them more - the way they are right now. Fortunately, I do have photographs and I did write a few things down. I also don't hang onto things. All of their fine artwork? Most of it is in a happy little graveyard where finger paintings and chalk drawings go.
I guess I am of the nature to just move on. Like these breasts of mine. Yeah, I kind of like them but they are going to some other place in a few months. They did what they were suppose to do - fed my children, attracted my husband. Now I can let them go and marvel at modern medicine and embrace the new ones - scars and all. I may not remember the details of this life when it is over but I will most certainly remember the love. I will remember what it was like to know you - not your hair or your clothes or how smart you were - just you.