My grandpa has dementia. He would not recognize me should we meet on the street. Maybe his heart would somehow sync with the beating of mine because I am his granddaughter. I would always write "From your favorite granddaughter" on his envelope.
When I was a kid, he would wake me up at the crack of the dawn and take me to Willow Lake where we would get in a row boat and spend several hours fishing. He would never tell me to stop talking...he would just mention that the fish preferred quiet.
#grandpasarethebest
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