At the age of 27, she gradually forgot her beloved husband, and gradually forgot her family who was tolerant of her. Then she became incontinent, and all the symptoms were like Alzheimer's disease. What a terrible incurable disease this is.
Push oneself and another association. My memory is normal, I still remember what happened yesterday, I know what I have to do, and the people around me are firmly embedded in my life. I tried to recall the more distant days, but there was not a complete memory chip from beginning to end in my head, but only broken fragments. How much can I remember about my past?
After thinking about it, I took a deep breath. More than 20 years of growth have made me who I am today, but I have lost too many footprints along the way, just like walking on a beach.
I have been blogging for more than a year, and I don't take it as a lodging for memory. There are different books beside me, which record my thoughts in different categories. But these still can't be pieced together into a complete memory.
If all the memories in my brain will be erased tomorrow, will I still exist today?
So today I bought a book, where I will record my daily memories. Whenever I look back, I can clearly see the clear footprints behind me. Even if the memory disappears silently, when I open the diary, I can still see the traces of me in time carved on the stone, like I have been in a movie.
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