The past is always pleasant for those with good Memories. For others, it is something to forget and sometimes pretend never existed. In between the two lies nostalgia - where the past gets a flattering makeover (I wonder how many of my “memories” are accurate, and how many are subconsciously retouched).

What makes me sadder than sad memories, though, are forgotten memories. Sights, sounds, words and stories I would like to cling to but slip away with the passage of time. 

Will there be a day I forget the face of my loved ones or what they mean to me? Such a frightening thought. Will writing it all down be a way to insure me if that ever happens?