- There was a comment made by someone (I can't remember who- and the irony of that statement in relation to the others below is sad but a little comical) that when someone dies the stories they tell die with them. The stories that they would share about you or about them or about situations in life - die.
- I realize that I am forgetting things. There are sad stories with someone who's parent suffers from Alzheimer's disease where they forget their own children and are quite content living in a state of regressed memories. I know that I have forgotten things and I think that is what is so unsettling. I am not content. I just can't remember certain things about Jan and it worried me to the point where I spoke with my mom and wife about it. Alzheimer's disease is not common in my family but this event sure had me researching if it was and helping me to self-diagnose what I could be experiencing!
So - what does this mean? Who knows. I know that I know. That is all I know. On one hand I can recall like yesterday interacting with Jan and doing normal life routines. On the other hand it seems like a dream. I suppose that is what has me sad.
I reluctantly went to the gym the other day when I was feeling blue. I was impressed with how quickly I rebounded from these sad feelings. I don't enjoy the gym. I have lost weight and am living healthier but I don't look at the gym as a "happy place". So, for me to experience the immediate change in my mood after going there was quite profound. I learned I have a resource when I feel this way.
Well - that is it for now.