I’m losing my mind.  It’s not an all at once thing, just pieces at a time.  Sometimes they snap back into place.  The connections are looser than they used to be.  Maybe I’m going into the kitchen to get something.  I find myself there, wondering why.  I was supposed to get something.  Nothing comes to mind.

I’m trying to remember a baseball player’s name, playing Immaculate Grid.  Trivia about who played for which teams, hit lots of homers, stole lots of bases.  Things like that.  I collected baseball cards as a boy, memorized statistics.  Who was that guy?

I tell myself there’s a lot more information in there now.  Maybe there’s only so much memory one can hold.

My mom developed dementia, eventually falling, breaking her hip, going into assisted living. My dad stayed with her in the same facility, wheelchair bound, living one year longer, waiting until the unveiling of her grave.

I tell myself I’m not losing my mind.

There are just lapses of memory.