The human mind is an amazing organ.  It can hold more information than a computer, yet as we age, the data we’ve accumulated causes it to crash and even become useless.  The one fear I have about growing old is that I will lose my memory and a whole abundance of joy because of it.

Nicholas Sparks wrote a touching story, “The Notebook,” which was made into a movie. It was a tale of an unlikely romance which developed over the summer and turned into a lifetime relationship.  Unfortunately the woman in the story eventually suffers from Alzheimer’s Disease.  Prior to that time, she kept a journal of the high points of her life and the couple’s love for each other.

This is one of the many reasons I began blogging.  In a way, it’s my life in a nutshell.  Not only am I sharing these memories with you, I’m storing them up for future reference.

My life isn’t nearly as interesting as I sometimes indicate.  I do have memory lapses occasionally. In fact last night I thought I had a rehearsal for the play I’m in.  When I got there, I discovered that I was the only one there from the cast.  The director wasn’t there either.  When I rechecked my schedule, I found that there was no rehearsal scheduled for last night.  This may seem like an oversight on my part, but it did cause me concern.

I’ve been known to completely forget an appointment – be a day late for a party – forget to turn on the crock pot when I’m going to be gone all day.  I forget important birthdays, wedding anniversaries and sometimes I forget to kiss my husband goodbye when he goes off to work.  OK those aren’t major memory lapses, but the thought of becoming confused, befuddled and incapable of taking care of myself is a seed which has already been planted in my mind.

It first happened when I started being asked if I felt safe at home. It continued as I read articles that indicate aging includes loss of memory and feelings of confusion. A few months ago I was teaching memory care patients the importance of keeping their minds active, by doing jumping jacks for the brain.  Now I’m having trouble touching my toes.  I’m actually having trouble finding my toes.

I think I’m still pretty much all there, but one never knows when it might happen.  It can start with forgetting a specific date and mushroom into losing an entire year.  This is why I write.  Some day, if God decides this will be my lot in life, I’ll have the latter part of it journalized.  Not that my life is more important than any other, but because those I hold dear, will know who I was and how I lived.  They might even learn from my mistakes.

Memories often define who we are and what we do.  They shape us, our personalities and beliefs.  Once they’re gone, we’ve lost a huge chunk of a life.  If you have a relative who is going through this challenge in their life, spend time with them.  You may not be able to change the outcome of their malady, but the memories they still cling to can be a treasure trove to be passed on to future generations.

Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again.

From the musical, “CATS” by Andrew Lloyd Weber



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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11 Responses to MEMORY FAIL

  1. Kathy, I understand your discussion quite well. I have seen the aging process reduce the joys of life for family and acquaintances. Every day is precious.

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    • says:

      I’m seeing the same things. A dear friend with early stage Alzheimer’s and others deep in the throes of it. It’s so sad to lose all that.

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  2. We have been watching this process with my dad-in-law. He will be 90 this fall and in an incredibly short time it seemed like he lost his memories. It is amazing what can jog his memories though. He used to sing in a quartet and when those songs are played he sings along and knows every word. He also still remembers how to play his harmonicas. It does not seem to bother him that he doesn’t know who we are. I always kind of wonder if he just figures he is making new friends?

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  3. Well, this post really hits home. My beautiful, brilliant aunt has severe dementia. She is only thirteen years older me. I remember when she was a teenager in the 1950s, wearing a poodle skirt over her can-can slip.

    When I was a little girl, people used to tell me that I was just like my aunt. I took it as a compliment. Now, I pray that I am not just like her.

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  4. Wally Fry says:

    I spend much of my time these days with dementia patients, as that is one of the main reasons they come to a place like ours. It’s a challenge, and has to be approached with a lot of compassion.

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