These days short term memory is literally non-existent when applied to the activities of daily living. It is rather eerie. Also longer term is pretty hooped — My love asks to be directed to the bathroom almost every time now. But when it is a matter of emotional impact the memories linger, no matter how distorted.
And then there’s pie. The pie sitting on the counter was not only remembered after a nap, it was remembered in the middle of the evening, TWICE…It was remembered over and over until it was all gone. The memory of eating that same pie for dessert, however….that memory was ….well, let’s just say it was proof of my insanity to even suggest he had already eaten pie that day!