Day 3 Gratitude - Memories

For Day 3 gratitude, I wanted to express gratitude for something abstract. And that is for memories. I have been blessed over and over again in my life, from my family to the great teachers previously written about to the friends and colleagues that I will write about it.

Last night, I had a chance to reminisce with two friends. We relived memories about first meeting, surviving and thriving during Hurricane Sandy (we had it pretty easy by all comparisons), work, life, family, children, politics, history, books, television shows and much more. The chance to remember, to recall great memories is like going through that experience a second time.

I am thankful for my memories.

Alzheimer's disease, in my opinion, is the worst of all diseases. It allows the memories to remain but without context or recognition of time – when the memory occurred versus right now versus other moments of time. Every few years, we hear about medical breakthroughs that will help in the battle against Alzheimer's. But they are either still in the testing phases or hit setbacks. Let’s hope that we will all soon have memories of Alzheimer's breakthroughs.

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