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.