I hate my brain...

[alumiere]

Just woke up from a dream that both my Grandma and Great Grandma T (dad's mom/grandma) were still alive. Only everything was wrong about the dream - I can't see their faces in my memory and am lacking pictures (I was never sent the promised copies of our wedding and other albums) - but that wasn't them. Their shapes and houses had nothing to do

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[catalytic_kali]

*hugs* I hate memory loss. I was trying to do some genealogy awhile back and couldn't remember my grandfather's name. For 3 days. Amongst countless other examples.

[alumiere]

I know. The last time I was able to 'see' their faces I was at my Dad's looking at old pictures - I could figure out who they were with their faces right there and his help. But it tears me up that I can't remember them, and I hate the thought of replacing reality with something false.

[catalytic_kali]

I've been looking at a lot of pictures lately. So much is gone, but luckily I mostly can't remember what I can't remember - somehow, I know that makes sense. My latest thing is feeling full and wondering why when I've just eaten. *headdesk*

[alumiere]

I'm sorry. It's maddening.

[shelly_rae]

My brain frustrates me too but do cut yourself some slack. Dreams are often about fears and rarely reflect reality. There may be other sources for family photos than your wedding albums.
Big hugs.
Anon

[alumiere]

Thank you - I needed to see that.

[djpsyche]

I've had some seriously fucked up dreams too. Brains are our own worst enemies sometimes.
Hugs.

[alumiere]

Hugs to you as well!