To lose a memory... What then becomes of it?

Where does it go?

It isn't like that memory never happened. One just doesn't remember it.

Think about it. When you were young, who was your best friend?

Do you remember?

What if you don't?

Does it mean that person doesn't exist?

To you they don't. They vanish. Nothing but a shadow. A vague outline in some place, at some time.

At that point, can you remember ever again?
The full details of their face. The way their eyes lit up when you were around. The clothes they wore. The simple details. The details that made them who they were.

When you lose memories, doesn't it mean you lose a part of yourself as well? All memories make us who we are. They help us grow. From tiny ignorant beings; to full grown human beings.

Why then when we lose our memories don't we grow small again?

We do. Our minds become smaller. We become more generic. Less of ourselves.

It's not like we have a choice in this matter. Controlling our memories is out of our abilities. We might be able to scrounge one up from the vaults every once in a while. But when they are deleted from our recycle bin, we never will know. Only when something challenges us to remember such things do we realize we have forgotten.

If you realize you forgot something, did you really lose it?

Dementia makes you lose everything. You don't know if you forgot something. It drags you down into a pit of darkness. A boiler room full of emptiness which you cannot escape from. If you realize you forgot something, you have still a fragment remaining. At that point the file is in the recycle bin, but it can still be restored.

What if you are the memory forgotten?

What happens to you?

You lose an acquaintance; a friend; a mother; your love. It makes you feel worthless; pointless.
Why does it matter if you tell them you love them?
They are just going to forget. They won't remember you. You are nothing to them.

Wrong. You are everything to them. They just don't know it. Don't let your memories fade away. Don't lose yourself because someone doesn't remember your name or your help.

You can't make them remember you. It just doesn't work that way. You must take them everywhere. You must visit them as often as you can. You must call them and talk and just tell them about your life.

You must create new memories for them so that they see you. To see you, is to know you. To know you, is to remember you. And to remember you, is amazing.