July, 2005
Granddads out the back with dad, they're setting up fence panels.
I sit on the green grass playing with a weed round my finger
My mum's out in the street with them, worrying about granddad, at the ripe old age of 87 carrying a 6kilo compost sack.
We joke about how we almost run him over on his bike the other week.
at 87. he talks and laughs about how his Alzheimer's made him forget to eat breakfast one morning.
September, 2005
Granddads in bed, propped up by a drip and heart monitor.
He'd get up and greet me, if he could remember how to walk, or talk for that matter, or even know who i AM.
i sit on my chair next to him and screech on the hospital linoleum. He is in a vegetative state.
He's wearing a nappy currently.
2months later. and now my mum goes to give him some cake she made, but hes so out on enemas and morphine, he cant lift to his mouth to reach his dentures.
I can almost see frustration and longing in his eyes.
My mum recoils, and sits with me, and grips my hand tightly, as now a tear has fallen on my keyboard.
the nurse says he may stop eating soon, and they will cut him off.
2 months ago, he could joke of such things.
Alzheimer's.
