Losing a valet full of credit cards, cash, drivers' license
and a pinup picture is bad, but losing a mind full of memories, thoughts,
numbers, images and all that constitutes our being must be a nightmare.
Those were his words; he had suffered a stroke. Limitations of
finding words, issues with memory and living a life trying to fill in the
blanks, as he summarized it. "I am still good with numbers", a
voice with a pause claimed, and I dared not challenge him.
As I spoke with him, his answers were a conversation of less
words and more pauses, I saw his affect while struggling to express words to
fill in the blanks, a space created by the powerful effect of a stroke which affected
the speech center of his brain.
To some, forgetfulness is a natural way of not dealing with
a situation or even it comes to them with some degree of innocence.
Others, struggle to keep their mindfulness even after losing
a part of brain, the power house of all struggles, solutions, happiness,
sorrows created and cherished by us all.
