Questions with no Answers
Names escape me these days, I often wonder why. If only I had kept a journal. Yes it’s pages would be yellowed and curling, but names would offer salvation. You see it’s raining outside and I want to write but the gaps in my memory fox me. As time flys by, my memories fly away.
It’s raining outside, so many names escape … these days. If only they could return. Now why I have I got a blank piece of paper on my desk. I will write a letter to …. Gordon … but what is his address.
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Honest, realistic, and brutal, Michael.
Many of us can identify with this to varying degrees.
Thank you Sir, the current debate about heading footballs in the game of soccer perhaps coloured my thoughts
Names hold tremendous power. Through them we control our world
An interesting comment that made me think.
Alzheimer’s case probably.
Remembering names is an art.
But, as the years go by, we find this very challenging…
Alzheimer’s would fit, and was in my thoughts as I wrote this, however I was also just considering all the stories that have slipped away from me.
Ouch! That’s a sore one. And yet, haven’t we all been there to some drgree? How to introduce someone when I’ve forgotten their name?
I find it frustrating when a name refuses to be recalled. But with dementia it must really hurt both involved
Such a scary place to find oneself in!
Absolutely Dale.
Yipes. Hoping he has a friend or a loved one who can help him remember and maybe start some memory cards for him.
Memory cards is a great idea, … and that gave me a idea for another story.
One of the very reasons I keep a journal, in years to come I look forward to reading and remembering.
I enjoy reading some journals. As a young adult my ability to write was diabolical, to my current dismay. Thank heavens being able to use a computer has changed that.
I heard of someone who often forgot their own name. Worrying.
At school even writing down my name was a major challenge. As I reversed the I and E in my first name, whilst my surname does not have an E within it. Many teachers thought that it should have!… and that I had spelt it incorrectly.
You’ve been spying on me!
A beautifully sad piece of writing.
Linda thank you so much for your comment, it is much appreciated. My ability to comment can be rather troubled
I felt so bad for your character. I can certainly relate. I’ve kept a journal over the years and love to read it and remember. Nicely done!
Brenda, I have tried repeatedly to keep a journal, I have always failed miserably. Fortunately I have a supply of family artefacts.
Sad… I say he needed lists but misplacing them would be inevitable. powerful piece.
Oh those moments when our minds forget and we try to ignore or think it isn’t
happening. A well-written piece I can relate to at times, Micheal. Well done … Be Safe Isadora
Thank you Isadora, I guess that many individuals might go back in time, to fix such moments.
Best argument to start a journal. I’ve tried many times but never went through with it, there is always too much else to do… Great, sad story, Michael.
I also tried several times, but I always took the wrong tack, I should have just mainly listed names, to many names now escape me, it is so frustrating
I’m the same with names, and it only gets worse as I get older.
I guess that is true for most people.
I’ve always been bad with names. It’s scary to think what might happen if my memory starts to go.
I feel the same. Are saving grace is that we are writers of fiction, which is good for the brain…
How touching and how fragile memory.
Thank you Connie, our memory to recall is strange… I am often surprised by my visual memory recall, however when I come to recalling numbers I am useless
Such a sad and touching tale, Michael beautifully written.
Thank you for a lovely comment. Mike H
A heartfelt story, a state of mind or forgetfulness which older folk can recognise and dread.
Nicely done.
Thank you for the insightful comment, it is appreciated Mike