Wednesday, February 9, 2011
I have a scarf I wear. It's black, red, gold and green and I remember exactly where I was making it, sitting on the couch in my living room with my dog sitting next to me. I'm happy I can remember that, I am but it's really bothering me that I don't remember making my Mother's scarf. Is this from the stroke? Have I been robbed of other memories I don't even know about?
It's a little scary, actually a lot scary. I don't even know what to do about it.