Our memories shape us even when we don't remember them fully. Ever when we don't recall the many experiences of running here and there, the celebrations of birthdays, the good times and bad times. They all shape us and in time as old age approaches we reach a point sometimes where they are all clumped together unreachable.
What remains  is love our essences. Whats left as human costume is ready to be discarded is love and compassion, love and memories.