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Friday, July 23, 2004


My Grandpa


Hi, I’m truly thankful for your words of support and for visiting this page.

Do you remember that I once told you about my grandpa, who has Alzheimer? The other day, a doctor went over to his house to see him. He’s afraid of doctors and he doesn’t go to his appointments. This is the reason why the doctor had to go to his house pretending to be my grandma’s cousin. The doctor checked him and says that he’s in the third stage of the illness. He doesn’t recognize his sons and daughters, or his wife, only his brothers and sisters. I imagine how hard it must be to live in a world like that, where everything seems so strange. I know that it is also a bit hard for grandma, although when I call her, she doesn’t tell me so, but I know it’s because she doesn’t want to worry me. Like I wrote once before, I wish I could be with them and help them in everything I can, but sadly, I can’t. I only hope that they’re still alive when I get out of here, although I still have four and half more years so I can get my freedom. Bye for now.

Sincerely,

Pedro

Your Old Man


The day when this old man is not the same anymore, be patient and understand me. When I spill food on my shirt and forget how to tie my shoes, remember the hours I spent teaching you to do the same things.

If when I talk with you, I repeat and repeat the same words that you know too well how they end, don’t interrupt me and listen to me. When you were a kid, before you could go to sleep, I had to tell you the same story thousands of times... until you closed your little eyes.

When you see me useless and ignorant before all new technological things that I won’t be able to understand, I plead to you to give me all the necessary time so you don’t hurt me with your mocking laughter. Remember that it was me who taught you many things that used to surprise you. Eating, getting dressed and your education to go into life as well as you do, are products of my effort, love and perseverance for you.

If at any time I don’t want to eat, don’t insist. I know how much I can or should. Also, understand as time goes bye, I don’t have teeth to bite or much taste.

When my legs fail me for being too tired to walk, give me your gentle hand to support me, like I once did with you as you started walking with your weak little legs.

I always wanted the best for you and I’ve prepared the way that you’ve known how to take.

Give me your heart, understand and support me the same way I once did for you when your started your life.

The same way I’ve accompanied you in your way, I ask you to accompany me to finish mine. Give me love and patience and I will return to you, gratitude and smiles with the immense love that I have for you.

Your father...

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