As we mature, there is an often lightly used joke about forgetting. We laughingly say things such as, "What was I getting ready to say?", or "I just had it. Now where did I put that?", and we begin to call people and things by the name of "whatchamacallit". We giggle and keep on moving. Many times and under most circumstances it is simply a lapse in memory because we are so overloaded with the world, a million ideas and thoughts running through our minds and the multiple tasks and responsibilities our lives demand.

Recently, in a way I wasn't prepared for, I encountered a person whom I love dearly who was always mentally sharp as a tack. I knew her to not miss a beat. She had the world organized in her head in a way that was amazing to watch. Somewhat like a ballet dancer when she and the music are no longer 2 separate entities, but are conjoined in harmonic movement that is a wonder to behold, and brings you to your feet in standing applause. But then, she just couldn't remember.

Heartbreaking, hard, scary, and sad are some of the words that come to mind. And I want to turn away from the truth of this. And "God please don't let it be contagious or hereditary" is my silent and shame-filled but honest prayer.

But I am not going to rest there……. I want to think about The Things That I Want To Remember and hopefully will never forget. So let me share some of these precious Remembories (my word for my remembrances and precious memories) with you.

I want to remember the Blessed Assurance of God's Majesty, Love, Protection, Guidance, Patience and Permanence in my life.

I want to remember the indescribable but palatable internal radiance that comes from hearing laughter and witnessing real joy on the face and in the lives of others.

I want to always hold dear to my spirit the moment when I realized the enormity of love I felt when I held my baby in my arms and gazed at his little face.

I want to always remember the excruciatingly delicious feelings, looks and sounds of love that well up in me when I see, think and hear the words "Ma" and "Sugar."

I want to remember the magical feel of Steppin', gliding, dipping, strutting, and shimmying all of my femininity to the rhythms of many musical genres on the dance floor and in my own private oasis.

I want to remember the gratitude and sense of accomplishment that squeezed up out of me and manifested into the cheesiest smile in the world on the day I received my Master's degree.

I want to remember the giddiness and happiness and wonder prancing around in my soul on the day(s) that I have loved and been loved in return, not just in a reciprocal way, but in a purely "just because I do" kind of way.

I want to remember the rush and flow of the ocean as the sun dances like diamonds on the crest of the calm and smooth waves, the sand sifting between my toes as I hurry to dip into the cool water that makes me shiver initially, then enfolds me and brings me into a peaceful embrace and heals me.

I want to remember friendship

I want to remember the purity of watching children play and enjoy their innocence because they don't know that there is a world without innocence.

I want to remember to emotionally salivate at the delicious aroma of my grandmother's kitchen magic when she made those soft and cottony yeast rolls, fried chicken and to-live-and-die-for apple pies.

I want to remember what love looks like.

I want to remember the pride that welled up inside of me when I purchased my first car.

I want to remember the deep-down-in-my-soul sense of personal affirmation and overwhelming satisfaction I got when I understood the beauty of me with my luscious full lips, long legs and the glory of all of me that the Master created in and with my Blackness.

I want to remember the wonder and tugging of my heartstrings whenever I hear the sound of a Harp.

I want to remember laughter.

I want to remember the soulful, sensuous, bluesy, jazzy, gospel, body gyrating, hand-clapping, foot stomping, angelic, finger snapping, and head swaying inspired steams of music.

I want to remember the fullness of life.

I want to remember to be thankful, and appreciative, and grateful, and kind, and compassionate

I want to remember to forgive and what it feels like to be forgiven

I want to remember all that I should remember and forget what is not helpful to remember.

I want to remember love.

I want to remember confidence.

I want to remember the difference between sadness and joy, love and hate, beauty and ugliness and know that each has their place and are not to be confused with the other.

I want to remember to breath, walk and live in hope.

I want to remember to respect, honor and cherish my mind and the Remembories that it holds for me and that enliven my Spirit and Heart and make me want to remember and create new ones to go alongside the already created ones.

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And just in case I forget…..

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The Things I Want To Remember