“You don’t listen,” I hear the frustration in my husband’s voice. “I do too!” I match his irritation. Truth is I don’t remember if I listened or not. The conversation details are missing. Until memory issues developed I was the detail queen. Multi-tasking through life was my thing. My ability to perform mathematical functions in my head faster than a person could use a calculator amazed even myself at times. I miss the old me. On the bright side, not having all those details floating around in my head has created a calm in my life. I no longer have sleepless nights worrying about every aspect of everything; I can’t remember them. Life is relaxed now, not pulling me in every direction. There is a silver lining.