Where oh Where Did My Memory Go?

And just WHO gave it permission to periodically wander off?

Over the last few years, I saw my mother gradually descend into some type of dementia.  She had her good days and her bad days, as most do, but, in my mind, her bad days I witnessed - or the ones that stand out - were predominantly bad memory days vs physically painful days. 

I sometimes fear going through the same thing. 

I know memory capacity and capabilities change with time (i.e. aging) and I am starting to forget things and it drives me nuts because in my mind I am still a Spring Chicken!  Regardless of my age, "old age" doesn't happen for at least another 40 years.

I have once or twice asked the same question multiple times (or so Robert tells me).  I blame my failure to listen...but is that really the case?  Or are things starting to misfire?  Today, I was reminded of an entire conversation.  Maybe I just had too much on my mind that specific day.  Although, that seems a bit of a hard sell since my schedule doesn't currently include a job outside of our house...

If I hadn't seen what mother went through, I wouldn't think twice about it.  But now the thought hovers in the background when I'm reminded I forgot something. I guess on the bright (?) side, if I ever do travel the same path to the extent my mother did, I won't remember it...mostly just the good memories that span a lifetime!