When I was about 13years old, I saw my grandmother in the park near our apartment. She was asking which was way home. I was busy with my friends and pointed in the general direction. Later, I got home to see my mother go out looking for my grandmother. My grandmother was lost. She had an episode of dementia and loss her memory of where we lived. I felt terrible for not having taken her home. We did eventually find her. Years later, she passed away. Now recently, My mom passed away. When I saw her in the hospital, she also developed dementia and did not recognize me. I remembered what happened years ago. And, this is what I have to look forward to, losing my memory.

So, I try not to dwell in the past. Although it creeps up on me sometimes and takes over my thoughts. Makes me feel terrible. Trying to let go of the past. Try to live today. And make the best of the time I have. Oh, still argue with the wife at times. And lecture my daughter on her behavior at school. But, let it go as it came. Love them and go on.