Who are we but the memories we keep? That, I think, is why Alzheimer’s fills me with such fear. Who will I be if I can no longer remember me?

In my best moments I know that it is much the same question that I asked of God when he was asking me to let go of my anger. So much of who I was circled around and was rooted in my anger. If I let go of my anger, who would I be? I know I am a better person for having let go of the anger. Hopefully, if God calls my spirit and my mind home and leaves my body up and functioning, my family will remember that I am a better person… because I will be with Jesus and we will all be changed.