The Joy of Aging
This post is for Six Sentence Story. The prompt word – memory.
It seems lately that I’m aging faster than I’d like to, but I suppose everyone feels that way when they hit a certain age.
Looking in the mirror I see my older self but when I’m out and about carrying on with my day I don’t think of myself as looking as old as I do if you get my drift.
My husband loves to bug me about my memory not being what it used to. A song will come on the radio and he’ll say to me what band is that? It drives me crazy as I know I like the song and the band but for the life of me, I can’t remember who it is singing.
My wish is to not end up with Alzheimer’s as it scares the hell out of me.