My jumbled head is trying to remember what I was doing just a moment before. I knew I had gripped that thought good and tight, and still I lost it. Instantaneously. Soon I won’t even remember remebering that I forgot. It gets so confusing I don’t even try to remember much any more.
It leaves me sad today. If I was 80 it wouldn’t bother me quite so much I don’t think. I don’t remember many things my son brings up. Husband remembers, but not me. Sometimes I’m convinced that I wasn’t there at all when anything happened. I don’t remember most of our camping trips. One year we went nearly every weekend, but I don’t remember where we would camp. I think we used to do a lot of hiking. Husband and son could go on for ever it seemed. After a while though, we stopped camping, then we stopped hiking, stopped bird watching, (Yes, bird watching), and I don’t know why.
Did life get so complicated that quickly? Little league, basketball, drives to the mall. Is that what took up all my time? When I look back I have numerous holes I can’t fill in. Just like in my genealogy. I’ve got two pieces, all I need is the third, and it comes together. Often I don’t get the third piece.