Too bad he got Alzheimer's and progressively got worse as I grew older. I didn't like him after that.
I had to help him walk a lot because he had a hard time moving around and my grandpa and great uncle walk really fast, so they would often leave us behind. He was really sweet when I pulled him along with us. He would smile and hold tight to my hand. I try to remember him like that.
When we got to his house he would change. I look a lot like my grandpa's mom (my great grandpas first wife.) She died very young. He always thought I was her.
At first it was just that he would cry sometimes when I told him I had to go. He would beg me, with tears in his eyes-- "Please don't leave me. Please." Sometimes he would beg me just to come back and see him another day. Tell me he'd miss me a lot, and stress that he loved me.
After I started spending more time out there, because he had gotten worse and I was helping care for him, he started trying to kiss me and hug me inappropriately. It made me feel disgusting. I don't miss that part of him at all.
I hope my grandpa doesn't end up like that. I don't know what I would do. . . Hell, I hope I don't end up like that either. I hope that no one does.