My grandpa suffered from Alzheimer' s in his later years. ft never really affected me, since it seemed like the "funny" kind of Alzheimer' s. A lot of "Oh, Grandpa!" moments, like when he can' t
remember how to tie his shoes, or how to use the microwave.
After a while, though, it started getting worse. He couldn' t recognize my voice otter the phone, for example. But there was one moment that made me realize how far gone my grandfather
He picked up a framed picture of him and my grandmother, who had passed away four years prior. He stared at it blankly, and I lightheartedly asked, "You like that picture, eh, Grandpa?"
He paused before replying: "Anon... who are these people?"
I froze. My grandfather couldn' t remember what his wife of years looked like. He couldn' t remember what HE looked like.
I said, "Grandpa, that' s you and Grandma. Don' t you remember?"
Again, he paused. And then he began to cry, and said, choking on , "No, Anon, no, I don' t. I don' t remember! I can' t remember! Why can' t I remember?"
ts the Alzheimer' s, Grandpa. You' re losing your memories, a-"
Alzheimer' s, I don' t care! I lived a life, I worked hard, I existed! I should know it, shouldn' t I?"
There was a long pause before he muttered: "Anon... I' m scared."
I don' t want to die."
We cried for hours.