Remembering

He stood in front of her their conversation of general memories of college flowed easily. He smiled several times calling her by name.  After a quarter of an hour his smile quirked to the side.
“You really don’t remember me do you?” he asked. Her blush would not let her lie as it crept up her neck to her face.

That was the first hole her memory that was always so clear had a hole a 6 foot 2 blond hole.  It was not that long ago that they should have seen each other on a daily basis. And she was not that old. “Mommy Brain I guess” was her weak reply.  They laughed and a better remembered friend came over and rescued her.

There was 20 or so adults standing on the bricked patio on front of the admin building. She went to sit on the steps. She knew that these were people she had been to college with. Most had been in an exclusive club with her they had lived in the same dorm and played games together. But she only recognized about 15 of them.  She assumed that it was normal physical changes and some spouses that she did not know.

10 years later she knew that there were holes in her head. Large gaps of time. Although she was able to recount some moments of her history with great detail things that she did remember she would surprise friends with the details of a particular day.

She would from time to time realize that she could not remember something that she always known the name of the boy she had walked to school with in kindergarten, her phone number she had grown up with, her oldest friend’s pets name.

She decided to write down all her memories the people the places as she really remembered them, right or wrong they needed to be recorded.

She bought paper and pens she bought new software for her computer It was time to write it down after all her kids would want to know.