My Grandfather

I’d like to introduce you one of the funniest person I’ve ever met: My grandfather.
He is very short and slim. His hair is white and his got wrinkles on his face. He is so tiny that you want to carry him on your pocket.
What’s really admirable is his sense of humour as he’s about to reach his eighty-fives and he loves making jokes and most of his time he’s smiling at everyone. Unfortunately, he’s ill, he’s got arteriosclerosis, and because of this disease he mixes his memories from the past and the present, and sometimes he tells stories about things that never happened and there are times in which he doesn’t recognize us.
Something else that really causes me pain is to see how much my father suffers (as we all do) because he sees that his father is getting older and he may be a bit angry sometimes. He lives with his wife, who told us several times that she can’t stand anymore, and she attempted to abandon him, which would be the end for him. My grandfather is so dependant. I think he wouldn’t be able to live without her. In his past and his present (and even in the events that he has in his mind, but never happened), she’s always present. I can’t imagine what could happen if she leaves him…
Anyway, I can say I thank God everyday of my life for having him. He’s quite older now, and I’m aware of the fact that nobody knows how long he will be with us. The only thing that I know is that I’ll enjoy every minute I spend with him.