who am i?

I can't do anything. Not as I watch my memories, slowly, slowly, slowly slipping into the void.

I watch helplessly as a memory of my daughter starts to dissolve into the whirlwind of black. I can see her sweet smile, lighting up the room. She holds her teddy bear and- What was I talking about?

Another memory slowly goes. And then another. And another. Each dissolving in a flurry of color and forgotten love. Until...

who am I?