But more sadly

My grandfather died a year and a half ago from colon cancer. I miss him. I have a picture of him that I've been needing to get a frame for for the longest time. But I think I like having the picture out, so I can just pick it up and look at him. It's a wonderful picture. I remember him either well or not well, I'm not really sure. I don't like not being able to remember, or articulate, his personality. I fell like I woke up, memory and personality-wise, around junior year, so before that is a very odd and selective haze. I guess I can't remember him very well because he was dying for eight months, and so he was so literally a ghost of his formal self. He changed completely.

I can't talk about it any more.

We love the elderly, but we are afraid of them because they represent what we will become. But we are also afraid because we do not want to loose them. We do not want our experiences to become memories and then fade.

Like mine have.