In memory (or remembrance) of her (Mark 14:9)… To know how precious memory is, look no further than the reality of forgetting. There is a natural loss of memory as we age. We may all fret at not being able to recall a name or place. But some of that loss is painfully accelerated by dementias, even unto death, where the brain simply forgets how to “be.” This is individual forgetting which we may know in ourselves, in others, or someday will know. Then there is the forgetting of the world, of society, of culture. We want to forget things simply too awful to remember, that we don’t want to face, or try to fix, but thank God, there are voices to keep them alive. Or sometimes our corporate consciousness is just too overloaded to remember things beyond our individual needs.