Fallen Apples

I'm not so good at remembering trivia, mathematical facts, geographical locations and names. I'm terrible with word games, and am always amazed at how people know these things. Sometimes I wonder if my memory is failing me in my youth. However, ask me about my relationships and the interactions I have with people and I will remember the details and the feelings they've shared. I love to complexity of relationships, the different levels and types of relationships I am blessed to experience.

One beautiful and positive interaction I had today, took place in an old house with over grown trees, and fallen apples strewn along the sidewalk. I met this little lady today, frazzled looking hair, big thick round glasses. She had a beautiful toothy grin, and an infectious laugh. She tentatively and bravely welcomed me into her home. There she sat on her dark blue velvet sofa, with a sweater on covering her house coat underneath. She shared with me her life story, or the bits and piece she could remember. She seriously shared with me that she has no memory problems, throughout our visit this proved to be quite wrong. She giggled every time she didn't know a question, when asked what year it was she laughed and looked at her husband for help, he blankly stared back and scratched his head and stated that he had no idea. Oh dementia what an awful disease you are, robbing people of the most precious gift we have on earth, the gift of our memories both good and bad. Regardless of the on welcomed guest stealing her memories, it hasn't stolen her smile, laughter, and the sweet spirit of who she is.