Something is different.
Something is wrong.
What would I do today, tomorrow, right now, this week, this month, this year if I knew for certain that I was slowly losing my mind? Would I need to prepare them for school? Write everything down? Write them daily letters so they know how much I loved them?
What if, at the very heart of me, I am no longer me? Frankly, the thought of my husband having to dress me and teach me what a fork is terrifies me.
What if I finally get to meet friend N in Grenada and friend T in Canada and I can't remember how I know them?
What if I don't remember who I am?