My grandpa suffered mild dementia before passing on when I was 9. At that age, not having the full understanding of dementia left me puzzled, frustrated and hurt whenever I was conversing with my grandpa. As his condition worsened, so did the closeness I had with him.
Now that I am 19 and enlightened about the effects of dementia, if my grandpa was still around, I would never let dementia ruin my relationship with him.
Photograph: A family portrait of two brothers’ families taken in 1960. My grandpa (the handsome young man on the right), grandma, dad, and aunts are on the right.