I forgot I had this blog.

Memory.

Life is all about making great memories.  But then again one bad knock on the head and they're all gone.  How can something so fragile be what life is about?

I don't know.  Or maybe I just don't remember?

Not everything is worth remembering.  There's lots of stuff I am happy to forget.  Sometimes I wonder if anything is really worth remembering.  Just that I am remembering is in itself evidence that whatever I had is no longer with me.  This is good?

What is nice about old friends is they remember things differently than you.  When they're gone I find I miss that perspective.  They would tell me things about that day that I never knew - or didn't realize had significance.  Friends and family make the world bigger when they point out stuff that didn't matter to you, but mattered to them.

There was a Twilight Zone episode about robot nannies.  When the children were raised and it was time to send the nanny back to the shop the robot would console the kids by telling them all the nannies end up in a big room where they spend their time telling each other about the families they knew.  Why does that make the children feel better?

I don't know.  Or did I?