My Grandpa

Thursday, March 15, 2007

I was about 11 or 12 when my family discovered that my grandpa had alzheimers disease. My mother and I cried in our rooms for 2 1/2 hours straight. We called my grandmother after we had soaked up the fact that grandpa would never be the same. She told us grandpa seems very weak at first. We then knew that we had to try as hard as we could to show grandpa that we were still family and that we still loved him. And the next day I realized that I could help him. Every week I either draw a picture or write him a nice note just to show him I care. Now as I am 13 now, I have become more busy and the notes and pictures have deteriorated. But I still think of him and pray every day. I still draw pictures on holidays and I get very recent pictures of myself to send to grandma to show him that I am his granddaughter and that I am beautifully growing. And tonight I realize that I am old enough to help find a cure for Alzheimers. My best friend Kelsey's grandmother died of Alzheimers. I love her too much to give up the opportunity to let her accomplish something that she has been dreaming of for so many years. Today my grandpa is still a victim of Alzheimers. But now I want to be part of the great race to find a cure for this disease.

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