My grandfather cannot recognize us anymore
This is a very disturbing blog for me because what I am about to share is about my grandfather who cannot recognize us anymore. Our grandparents had a crucial role for our developments. They are the ones assisting our parents when they are not around because sometimes they do volunteer as well.
Growing up with our grandparents are very lovely moments for me. I am a typical grandson who loves them dearly without reservation. I know some of you grew up without ever meeting your grandparents because they already departed in this earthly realm. However, how sad it is to know if your grandpa doesn't recognize you anymore? All because he was severely damaged by numerous accidents.
Four years ago, I still remember when my grandpa was always showing us the motive of wanting to own an electric bicycle. It was popular since it doesn't require gasoline, all you have to do is recharge the battery and you can use it again. My aunt Venus who was working in Dubai asked my grandpa what birthday gift he would like to receive and he said, "I want an electric bike". We were all shocked by what he said, including my aunt.
As you all know, electric bikes are quite pricey during that time since it's trending and sales are going up. But, my aunt and her siblings decided to share the amount needed and they accumulated around ₱30k. When my grandpa saw his brand new electric bike, he actually cried and said thank you. It's my first time seeing him like that in my 17 years of existence. He used it most of the time to go to the local market to buy chicken feed. We know how happy he is, truly evident on his face.
However, the fun ends with a horrible accident. This happened when my grandpa went to our developing subdivision. He wakes up early in the morning to visit and check the updates there. One morning, we received a call from one of the local tricycle drivers who knew our family. He said that our grandpa had an accident on the main road. We were all shocked from the news we heard. We didn't tell our grandma the news because she might get a heart attack or something. So we hid it from her that morning until we verified the event.
We discovered that he was hit by a motorcycle, and this motorcycle is not your ordinary one. It was a delivery driver from Shakey's. He was a kind and gentle person, I assumed. He didn't actually notice my grandpa turning because his phone chimes from the notification. It was too late to stop because he was inches away from my grandpa. Unfortunately, my grandpa hit his head and there was an emergence of blood clot. We immediately went to hospital for first aid and CT scan.
Since then, my grandpa has been really so closed in an accident. The accident also happened four times, but he didn't die. A delivery driver from Shakey's, a delivery driver from Lazada, a hit and run, and another hit and run. Even if he didn't die in any of these accidents, it costs him the memories he had for us. We noticed that everyday, his memories are fading away. The memories he built on with us are just going away.
Can you imagine? My grandpa doesn't even know how to turn on the lights in the bathroom because he always forgot where the switch is located. This happened almost everyday. Even my grandma is becoming tired of instructing him for over four years now. But, we cannot do anything because that has already happened to him. Thus, one time, my father went to my younger sister's school and he saw my grandpa walking on the sidewalk. So, my father stopped and reached for him.
My father told him to come with him to go home because it's already lunch time. However, he was so shocked when my grandpa asked, "Who are you?". He thought my grandpa was joking around and making excuses not to eat. However, that's not the case anymore. He really forgot my father, his own son. Not only his son, but the entire family including me. That was horrible, I told you. I never thought that it would happen to one of my family where I only watched it on TV.
Despite our efforts to make him known and remember all of us, nothing happened. The good news is that he remembered someone dearly to him, only one. The person I am talking about is my grandma. Surprisingly, it was a miracle that the only person he still remembers is his wife. I guess true love never dies even if all the memories seem to be fading away. To be honest, I am teary right now. I just wanted to share this because I just missed the grandpa who used to tell us a story. The stories that enriched my childhood experience. Also, my grandpa is totally healthy and fine, the only problem is his memories. I love you, daddy!
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I am sorry to hear all about it. When my grandma got into hospital with a stroke she did not recognize us and she did not know where she was. I remember she saying, that be careful in the kitchen because it is wet. We were all in her ward next to her bed.