Monday, August 27, 2012
It's been awhile.
Grandpa recently fractured his hip and got admitted to the hospital for two days. He was mentally quite unstable while at the hospital and we thought that he'd be better when he came home, like he always did.
But it turns out that things got worse. Dementia has slowly taken away my gong gong from me. It has made taking care of him so physically and mentally tiring for my po po especially. He no longer recognises anyone, he's emotionally unstable, and very much in his own world. Sometimes I wish he were in a place where he felt better.. and I wish my grandma will be able to handle all these and stay healthy.
I have memories of my grandfather at different phases of my life. I remember when he drove me to school everyday. I remember a few years back when he could still walk using the walking stick. I remember how we used to have conversations in his room, he was so cute.. I always wanted to video down the conversations we had but never did. It's probably too late now that his mind isn't clear anymore. And at this stage of my life, my memory of him is not such a pleasant one.
But I'll always remember him when he was healthy and handsome, before this illness slowly and painfully took him away from us.
Dementia, give me back my gong gong. :'(
