Did you send our dirty clothes to the laundry shop? “No… Did you tell me?” I replied, “Yes, I did tell sweetheart after you take your coffee and ready to go”. “I did inform you to drop those blankets to the laundry”. That was yesterday, “OK, today before I leave to work remind me again”, same scenario for how many days until I decide that I should do that, it’s not that he don’t like to drop that laundry, normally he drop the laundry before going to work,, today my husband finally drop the laundry, that scenario reminds me of my grand aunt.

How old are you now?

An honest question, don’t fell silly or think I’m pathetic, memory loss is a serious problem,

Guys I have been observing a lot since I don’t know. A woman not very old, healthy and happy suddenly got sick, a man who was always been very funny and lovable not very old, begin being forgetful don’t bother to check why, the reason don’t know, don’t know exactly what happen,

She was a wide reader and believer and truly happy person, everybody respect her and love her the way she is. Years pass by and I return to the same village where she leaves. She is still there living however a very big difference, at first she has her sad face no smile, no sweet talk, not even a blink in her eyes looking at me, ” my mother is no longer recognizing any one now not even me” my aunt talk to me while looking at her, the old lady my grand aunt.

She has memory lost due to aging. She is eighty-two year old just now last Month, Not even her. What a helpless feeling I had that time. She was the only grandmother I ever had since my biological grand parents died decades ago at their very young age.

My grandaunt was my confidant, my friend, my girlfriend; we talk about my relationships, my secret escapades, my plans, my dreams, my pain, we talk a lot, we have a very special bond that I never had to anyone else,, every summer I return to the village to visit her and spend some time with her like the old times for me it’s traditional. I keep it like a tradition to spend my summer time with her,  

But this time, I take a deep breath, this is different, no warm welcome, hug and kisses, she doesn’t recognize me at all, I ask myself, was I been away for long? How long? Two thousand three my last summer to this village.. Almost ten year now and she never remember me at all, it makes me feel sad and sorry that I was too late coming, visiting, I never had time to come early to see how is she,, I bring some stuff that she usually love to have,, fruits that she always ask for me to buy for her and had a plan to ask her out like the old times beauty salon trip, food trip, and shopping.

However now, I can’t do that anymore, not at all, will never have the same nice chatting, the laugh and giggle in every funny stories that we have. She is still here but not here anymore…she forgets me, forgot everything about us of all, I guess all of my stories and nice plan will just fade away…

And tears fallout from my eyes, my poor grand aunt does she still remembers me? In her heart, does she still wait for me? And I hug her ” granny did you know that I come now to bring you out and have some good time like before.” No reaction, no change… still the same position she is…