Bah, Alzheimer’s. Grandma wouldn’t be so forgetful if she didn’t always have dick on her mind.

She forgot my name, so either I’m not important or she has amnesia. I wonder how long she’s suffered from dementia.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

Don’t tell me your name. If you don’t tell me your name, I can’t hurt your feelings by forgetting it.

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

The Internet is fast, while humans are slow; capacious, while humans are forgetful.

The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness. Good thing we have other people to help us remember.