On Loss
I am loosing my memory. It’s fading into the distance. We keep a screen of pictures in the front room of our house with photos of our life scrolling by. And, while I remember seeing the photos, I no longer really remember. My childhood is gone, it’s just a few flashes, mostly of traumatic or embarrassing moments. But, for the most part, it’s gone. I know I was happy and the pictures seem to support that. The loss, however, is creeping up my timeline towards me. I don’t remember our wedding 25 years ago. The pictures are beautiful, standing on the cliffs over Bodega Bay, but I don’t remember being there. Perhaps it’s really good that Brian arranges for us to renew our vows every 5 or so years. I remember the last one, 2 years ago at Burning Man but I don’t remember The Elvis wedding in Vegas or the surprise ceremony at a renaissance fair. Sure, I have pictures, but it’s just not there. I look back at ticket stubs for conc...