Memories are precious and important. One of the saddest things about dementia is watching someone lose their memories. Happy memories are some of my most precious possessions. Some childhood and some adult. I hold a lot of happy memories and call them up on days I need a mood boost. I grew up in West Virginia in a simpler time of picnics, Sunday drives , walks in the woods, and sleigh rides in winter. I’ve also lived in Florida, Mississippi, and Tennessee with wonderful memories of all those places. I worked as a nurse for forty of those years and those memories would fill a book. My memories richly bless my days. I still like to make a new memory to store.
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Joan, Thanks for reminding us that we who can access our memories are so fortunate. Maybe writing those memories in a journal would help to preserve them for loved ones. On the other hand, I find keeping them in mind and heart is just as meaningful for me. Sharing stories whatever way we do definitely enhances living. I love hearing nurses’ stories; never heard one that didn’t leave me inspired.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on holding on to our memories. I also am grateful for the full life I have had, not in money, but people, love, and life experiences. Five children, seven grands, and one new great grand, Savannah. I also lived on my reservation where I was born, city life in Brooklyn, NY, Chicago, Maryland,Charleston SC, and now in Florida for 40 years. Aging has come full force at 77 years old. I have spent my entire trying new experiences and exploring this beautiful country. Memory is slipping for me also, luckily I have 20 photo albums to help me remember until I can’t. I wish you the best Joan.