Deborah found the leftovers
(the ones I thought I stored in the fridge)
in a cabinet the other day
and we chuckled at my ‘senior moment’ as we threw them all away.
But it got me thinking…there was a time I remembered everything
a time when my memory was much stronger….
I knew getting old was inevitable…
I just thought it’d take a little longer.
I have forgotten where I put my glasses.
How did these keys get in this drawer?
I have forgotten, as I search for something,
what the heck I’m searching for…
But just when I begin questioning
if my memory is dwindling like a fire’s fading embers?
If at my age am I forgetting now
more things than I remember?
It is then I remember riding my bike as a child…
how Grandma’s death made me so sad…
It is then I remember splashing through puddles after a rain,
playing football with my dad.
It is then I remember friends from high school…
flying kites high in a summer breeze
It is then I remember trying to catch the falling leaves from Autumn
as they cascaded from the trees.
It is then I remember moments with our children and grandchildren…
yes, when I stop and think on it a while
there are so many moments I remember…
so many memories that make me smile.
Sure, I might forget a few things every now and then…
and sometimes the storage of leftovers is misbegotten….
but I am blessed, in life, that I remember
far more things than I’ve forgotten.
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