Raindrops keep falling on my head

Often when the sky drops her gentle tears on a morning like this,some images of the past surface before my eyes.
I always look across to the same old spot & wonder what would happen if those images are not just a figment of my imagination but real?

Recollection...Sometimes a drain of strength, as if tearing a small piece of you as you do so.
Yet oddly, these few days I find myself worrying (little) about suffering from Alzheimer when age conquers my body and health.
This is not something recent or sudden.
I always find myself forgetting little things like where my cup is, which cup was I using just a second ago? There are some small things here and there but sometimes the realization of forgetting just like that amazes me.
Amazement leaves me thinking for a while then worry settles in.

When we were young, we often wish for a certain part of our memories scrape off. It would perhaps erased us the pain, the scars and the tears.
But I couldn't imagine living one day without memories and without even remembering who I am, who I was and won't even know who will I be tomorrow.

I think that is scary. Still who am I to blame if that really happens one day? I can't predict and I can't control.
As I was telling Vonx, it's like the whole part of our lives are scripted. Who are we to blame? You have to forgive yourself to live on.

One day if you realize that I can't remember you, it is not that I forgot. It is just that I can't remember ...For a while.