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I will forget.

Nauseous, I roll over. My mind turns with me, terrible thoughts dragging their talons across the backs of my eyes. I feel sick, though I most certainly am not, I think to myself.

You will forget.

You will forget.

You will forget.

My sheets are damp with sweat. It's been a hot summer, full of days that would have been better spent at a pool or a beach. I hate the sand.

Doomed.

Doomed to forget.

You will forget.

A hot summer packed full of the gloom that Death oh-so-generously leaves in its wake. Two funerals, both for grandparents dear to me. Lives quickly broken down into dust by the silent destruction brought by Alzheimer's.

Unavoidable.

Unpreventable.

Carved in stone.

I know my fate matches theirs. It's in my blood. I can do things to try and extend my time before I become burdened with it, but ultimately it will claim me as well. It will tear little chunks of my life from my hands that clutch them so desperately. It will take away everything I know.

I will forget.

I will forget.

I will forget.

Tick tock, tick tock, the clock marches me towards my death. My body will live longer than I. When I pass, the people I used to love will have already been grasping the hand of my corpse. I will not know who they are. I will not know who they were to me, their names, the way they made me feel. None of the things that matter the most out of absolutely everything will stay.