Forgetting and not remembering!

I am so fortunate to have a large family. I was an only child. My mother had seven sisters and three brothers. I wanted a daughter so that I could share with her, as I had with my mother. That was not meant to be. Yes I do believe that there’s some force which we cannot determine, which makes decisions for us. However with todays’ medical technology nothing is impossible and I think that its scary.
So instead of girls, we had three remarkable sons, each of whom who achieved individually, far more than my dear husband Leon z”l and I ever did. Each one in his own inimitable way.

The one thing we all have, had in common was/is a great sense of humour and empathy. Pranks and innate humanity and mime ability too, is in all of us.
I am also blessed with loving and caring Daughters -in- law all of whom strangely were born in the same year! Now a fussy and irritable and needy and frail old lady I look also to my friends who are all much younger than I and I could be their mum even grandmother! I am still dancing!

Do not let on to my Doctors as I am officially disabled. However how does one stay in the game if one has no stimulation or motivation in life? So the family are delighted that I keep busy. My full time Mitapelet Anni picks up the clothes I drop, takes me shopping and cooks like a trained Chef. She also reminds me to take my medication.

I simply hate being dependent. From the age of 8, during WW2 I was separated from my parents. London in the Blitz was not a place for kids or anyone really. THE LUFTWAFFE DID TO US WHAT WE HAD DONE TO DRESDEN THEY REALLY DID THEIR BEST TO BOMB US INTO SUBMISSION! So I had no choice but to take whatever came up albeit for my safety and presumably their peace of mind.
I remember most everything from my past. Even the cute little bottles of milk we received daily at school when I was really small.

I found it embarrassing not to remember simple things at first. However, one has to accept these inconveniences and not feel ashamed. Make a joke of it.
I am sometimes mortified when after setting times and dates with others I simply…forget or do not remember..is there a difference? I so miss travelling though. Being an Airbnb hostess for many years, I also miss the folks from overseas who stayed here. There’s a song that Botticelli sings “Time to say goodbye” It goes around in my head.

However I do not think is is yet! If I can still support the political party I belong to and make comments about causes that I believe in, I may have some purpose. I am also teaching a youngster English. I have this spanking new Electronic piano which I am trying to learn to play and Scrabble on line too. Also I paint and do collages with all bits that I find in our neighbourhood, or on the beach. Life begins at forty they say but it doesn’t have to end at ninety!