My Grandfather
My grandfather, on my mother's side of the family, is coming to visit in a few weeks. He's got some memory trouble, and we're afraid it might be Alzheimer's, but so far things have been good and he's okay. Memory problems can be part of growing old, just because of that, growing old. I've really been worried about him, but two things have helped me: One, I gave him a phone call a few days ago and told him how much he means to me and how proud I am of him. I told him how I felt about him and all, and it really helped because I wanted to let him know, while I still had the chance. Two, as I mentioned earlier, he'll be visiting in a few weeks. I was worried similarly about my paternal grandfather a while ago, and after a nightmare about him dying, I called him and had a good talk with him and I told him how I loved him dearly. It kind of helped that I had been on Cape Cod with him and other relatives a week before. So I think seeing my maternal grandather will do me a lot of good, and while nothing lasts forever, at least I'll have a lot to remember him by. I'm just really, really, really, indescribably happy that I got to know all four of my grandparents. I know kids who only knew two of theirs, or one, or none, people who died before or shortly after their birth, or who they never saw before they died... It puts things in perspective when you think about that. And people, please comment on this. Please.
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