At the Taste of Michigan City last summer, I ran into a former co-worker and her husband and stopped to chat a bit. The woman I'd worked with said it was her husband who had spotted me and pointed me out with the words, "Hey, there's what's her name." When she shared this, we all had a chuckle about it and I could seriously relate.
More and more, people are assuming that name in my mind, sometimes for just a brief moment until I figure it out. But more often lately, that remains their name for an uncomfortably longer amount of time. Names and other details that used to be easily brought forth within fractions of a second are now beginning to elude me. Even children I've worked with and loved are becoming disconnected from their names in my mind and this makes me super sad.