Many moments pass throughout a person's life: the moments that make you cry, laugh, sigh, daydream, and the moments that a person can vividly replay over in their mind. Dr. Sexson stated, awhile ago, that we are what we remember. How does what we remember resonate to who we are? I keep thinking of my grandma who suffered from Alzheimer. When she first moved to the states from England she made extra money for the household by starting a small sewing business, she taught piano lessons, and eventually, when there were jobs available, my grandma taught English class. As a daily exercise in class she would have her students read the newspaper and find grammar errors. Years later and before she began suffering from Alzheimer the old habit of correcting grammatical errors in the newspaper still had not died. When my grandma began suffering from Alzheimer my dad would sit her in front of the piano and she would begin to play. It was a semi-therapy for her. For a brief time she would remember other things like what she had for lunch. I read an article awhile back about music therapy for accident victims. The victims of the accidents had pieces of missing memory and through use of different types of music people would remember different events, items in their life. I find the brain an amazing organ. Even after all these years we still have only scrapped the surface of the brain. I would not say this is my most memorable event in my life, but it is just that 'most memorable.'
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