Memory is something I take for granted.
At any given moment, I can slip back into my memories and relive a cherished event without thinking much about it.
Unfortunately, not everyone can do this.
My stepfather has Alzheimer's and each day, he slips further and further away from his memories...and from us.
While I can go back and relive those moments from my earlier life -- the day he married my mom, going on vacations together, how he helped me pass algebra in high school by sitting at the kitchen table with me every night -- he cannot.
This makes me sad.
It frustrates me.
It worries me.
It gives me new perspective on how much I need to appreciate the memories I do have.