Sad when my brother calls and he is telling me all his blond jokes, all his nun jokes, all his religious jokes and then we laugh about all our memories and then there no sound. The silence is a bit scarey.  He then asks, “who am I talking to?”  I tell him and we laugh it off.  He’s seen 8 more years of sunsets than I have and I’m glad that all he’s lost is his short term memories. It’s fun hearing that he is doing good and always tells me he loves me.  I just wish he’d forget all those tired jokes he tells.  He sure remembers in detail all of those with no problem.