Arianna Graham
Grandpa, I only saw him on occasional visits. But I always recall the smell of his room, Cough drops and smoke.
He liked to be alone, And only leave his room when it was dinnertime. But he would still enjoy company.
Arianna Graham
Michael and I would go into his room We would play cards, Games including war and poker. He would eat cough drops Like they were candy.
My next visit He would forget who I am, And forget my name. All the memories vanished.
I would attempt to remind him But nothing worked He had Alzheimer’ s.
His memory would get worse daily But he would still play solitaire and eat cough drops. Because that is what he loved.
After he passed, I realized throughout his sickness
He still did what he loved.