I only remember pieces and parts.
I remember faces but not many names.
I'm embarrassed to ask. Especially if I have known the person for years.
"I should remember," I tell myself.
My close friends know I struggle. I use to be able to remember details.
In meetings I remain quiet.
Scared to contribute.
Mostly because it takes me the first half of the conversation to figure out what the hell is happening or what we are talking about.
My co-worker and friend looks over at me. She knows I'm lost and smiles. She begins to speak to the group and starts by saying, "Just so we are all on the same page..." and proceeds to summarize the project to the WHOLE group...But really we both know it's for me. I flash her a "Thank you" smile. She has to remind me of conversations we have had many times. She is patient and makes light of the situation.
Today my doctor repeated to me again "At this point, one year out from your stroke, your brain will probably remain this way."
So... I say to each of you....
If I forget your name it doesn't mean that I don't know you or your spirit. I might just need a gentle reminder. I might forget names, but I don't forget feelings and experiences. No more pretending, no more waiting for a life line. #truth
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