My mom has altzheimer’s disease and recently she asked me who the little girl was who used to visit her (it was my daughter, Hope). She also asked my brother recently “how is your mother”?

Memory is who we are - when you start to lose the power of memory you stop being that person whom you once were. It is recalling those things of memory that makes each of us a particular individual and not just a random soul. Which is why we should be thankful that God is like the little girl you mentioned in the post - he always remembers. He remembers his promise to us and acts.

I am amazed that you remembered so many of your classmates. No way I could have done the same thing.