Letter to my grandfather ♥ From the heart.

As a child, I asked my daddy, "will granddad live forever?" He responded with, "no baby. He'll pass away from old age but he'll live forever in your heart." I believed him. But unfortunately, that's not the case.. I really wish that was the case. As time goes by, you're slowly dying right in front of my eyes. One of the strongest men I know will soon be no more than a memory. The man my future children will point at in a picture and ask, "who is this mommy?" & what can I tell them? I admit most of my life you were not the ideal grandfather. You were cheap and only loving from a distance. You didn't appreciate my father the way you should have. Hell, you weren't in his life more than half of it. If my father had had you in his life, I'm sure he wouldn't have left school at an early age to take care of my older brother.

It wasn't until your brother died that you began to appreciate my dad and me. But that is also the time that you met the woman who would bring down your entire life. We were good. Just us three. Daddy, you and me. We had it all together. You guys were planning on moving into an apartment together and my dad would help you live your life. You walked on a cane, wore spiffy outfits and made me laugh with your jokes. We would take you to doctor appointments or go out to eat together. You were freaking awesome... until you got sick... and your sister was tired of you being cheap. So you were admitted into a hospital where your doctor recommended you should be taken to a nursing home. The biggest mistake ever.

Its 2007, Uncle Linky had just died and you were sadden. My dad and I was there for you through this hard time & soon you met her; the demon. I knew from the moment you introduced us that she was bad news. I insisted that you didn't fall for her. I insisted that she was nothing more than a golddigger. But you laughed it off and said, "Reece, you're just a kid. You don't know her well enough. She really likes me." But she didn't like you. She liked your income. She was nearly 20 years younger than you. She was just two years older than my dad. I was sincerely against your relationship with her from the beginning. My dad and I began to drift away from you. Soon she began to take over your life. You left the nursing home and moved in with her. She soon quit her job to "take care of you." She would call my dad at different times of the night just to complain about you. My mom was so fed up with her calling our home that she began to think the demon liked my dad. It caused problems between my mom and dad.

As if things couldn't get worse, you began to spend more and more money on her. Buying her expensive jewelry, remodeling her house and buying brand new cars you couldn't even drive. Soon you put a ring on her finger and my dad and I only found out because of your sister. Before long, you put her in charge of all your money and changed my dad from the beneficiary of your life insurance policy to the Demon. That's when you began to get sicker. She failed to give you your medicine and promoted you smoke weed so you could be admitted into a hospital. You skipped around hospitals a lot. It was hard to keep up with when you were home or when you were in the hospital. She drove all your family and friends away. No one liked her. Even your son. You treated her children like angels and allowed them to take as much money as they needed from you but my dad had to repay you for any amount of money you gave him. Even if it was a "gift." You would give her grandchildren Christmas and birthday presents in the amount of 100's but all I ever received was $3, maybe $10 if you remembered me. When you stopped calling me for my birthday, I stopped wasting time wondering why I wasn't as good as her grandchildren were to you (disrespectful little fuckers).

In four years, the Demon had done so much damage. I couldn't bare to be around you or her any more. I didn't see you again until May of 2012, when you were admitted into a nursing home next door to where I had been staying to go to school. I was reluctant to go visit because it had been so long since I saw you. I gave it a shot and I went for it. You had lost a leg and an eye due to diabetes. I'm not sure of all the details so I won't go into it. It hurt me to see you that way. It hurt me to think of how things could have been if she had never entered your life. Surprisingly though, you were happy to see me. For the next few weeks, we bonded. The Demon didn't like that one bit. I didn't mind though. I was so happy that I had invited you to the one of the biggest moments in my life and you couldn't wait to attend it. I think you were more excited about graduation than I was.

On June 5th, 2012, I came over to visit you like I normally did and you gave me an envelope and told me to enjoy it. Inside the envelope was $200. I was so happy. I was unsure of how I would buy an outfit for graduation the next day and I thought I would look foolish. With that money, I was able to buy my outfit and save the rest to buy you something nice. We talked and laughed until visiting hours were over. I'll never forget that evening. The day of graduation, the Demon admitted you into the hospital. I was so sad when she called me with a fake, sympathetic tone and told me that you weren't able to come to my graduation. It seemed like everything that day was falling apart so I cried after she told me that news. She knew how much you wanted to go. She just didn't care.

After that day, you were admitted into another nursing home for two weeks before the Demon found out my aunt was your caretaker and relocated you to a nursing home in another town. The Demon changed her phone numbers and ignored my dad whenever he stopped by her house to find out where you were. I was so hurt. I felt so hopeless and there was nothing I could do. You didn't have our numbers nor knew how else to get in touch with us. I was so afraid you would die in that nursing home and none of us would ever know... you stayed for almost a year.

In May 2013, the Demon brought you home. This time, you lost another leg with no explanation; full on wheelchair. The last day of May, I came to visit you & boy were you happy. You were so happy it brought you to tears. As a gift, I had printed off pictures from my graduation and framed them for you. You cried. Because of the words you said next, I'm not sure if they were tears of joy or tears of pain. "Hope is the power you have to keep moving on. Its what keeps you going. Without hope, I wouldn't be here right now." You told me you felt like everyone forgot about you. Like nobody cared about you. I told you that's not true. I just wish I would have known where you were. You told me no one knew. You were so alone that you wanted to die. I believed you because you told me this once before.

I've been crying out for years "your wife is trying to kill you." Now, you finally agree. "My wife wants me dead." I nodded in agreement, trying to hold back the water works. Not knowing that she already has a new, younger boyfriend and that she's shipping you off to a new nursing home. No telling where at. The Demon does this all the time. The man before you, she killed. He left her everything because she had deceived him, just like you. I just wish this wasn't true. I wish I could save you.. I wish I could undo all the hurt and pain this woman has caused on you.. I wish you were healthy and far away from the hands of that demon.. I wish we could go back to the day you met her at the nursing home and request she'd never be around you. I can't lose you. I can't imagine losing you. This isn't fair.

As of December 16, 2014, I am losing you. You're currently in a coma that doctors do not see you coming out of. Worst of all, your troll of a wife has control over whether you suffer or not. To continue getting your money, she plans to put you into a nursing home far away from your family so you can die alone while she still gets your checks... I hate her. I hate this. I hate that you're in pain and there is nothing I can about it. Please just wake up.. Please just wake up and tell me everything is going to be alright and you're completely done with her.

I had a dream that I was talking to you about what was going on and you woke up. You really woke up. I was excited. Holding hands, you proceeded to tell me that this was your last straw. The troll would not control you anymore. You made the decision to sign things over to your family because we have your best interest at heart. You told me your MRI scan came back that you were color blind (I don't think this is accurate in real life) but that is all. It seemed so real. I smothered you in kisses and said I love you many times. Sadly, I came back to reality and this is not the case. You're lying in bed, cold and alone, while she's with her boyfriend, plotting how to kill him off for his money next. I'm sorry grandad. This isn't the way anyone should have to leave the world. I'm sorry I couldn't save you from her. I'm sorry you never got to see me graduate. I am so sorry for all the time that was stolen from us because of her. I just wish God would give you the relief you deserve or wake you up to lead a better life. Just wake up..

Written 6/4/2013; Updated 12/20/2014

♥

Reisha 

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