His memory started slipping in his fifties. Early Alzheimer's.
He got it from our dad.
What kills me is he was so devoted to learning. He studied & became a rocket scientist. He overcame all the barriers kids like us faced. Single mom, alcoholic, semi literate, immigrant from Latin America. He was a nerd.
I was a class A fuck-up. Wild, bad choices, regret everything I ever did. I was a very clever dumbass.
I wish I could forget, but I remember everything. I'll remember every stupid thing I ever did.
But my brother can't remember the last thing he said.
Man, that's just not fair.
I am grateful that he says he loves me.
I love him too.
He is a sweet, loving man.
I think he'll be ok.
As long as I live, he'll have me. Possibly the only person he remembers eventually.
He seems to remember the good times. Thank Heaven for that.
It just isn't fair. I wish I could forget, & he should get to remember.