Abuelo

Reason number one to visit Argentina: my grandfather. He was still alive at 91 years of age suffering from vascular dementia. Early this year he was taken from his house to an old people's home as his illness made it impossible for my mum to keep looking after him. I wasn't sure whether he would recognise me when I saw him, but I tried to prepare myself for the worst. I visited him with my mum and dad in the geriatrics home where he was since January this year.
As I followed my mum down the corridors to his room I was still hopeful that even though he would look aged, his soul would still be cheerful. I thought I was prepared but I wasn't. What I saw was like taken out of a horror film, his frail body tied to a wheel chair, his arms, hands and face where hurt and he was alone. I tried really hard not to cry as my mum asked him if he knew who I was. He mumbled something I didn't understand but I didn't care I had waited long enough and it didn't matter if he knew who I was...I knew who he was and all I wanted to do was to hug him tight and tell him that I loved him.
My grandad passed away on May 6th 2013 and I miss him terribly, but I know he is no longer afraid, no longer alone and resting in peace with my beautiful grandmother.

Razon numero una para visitar Argentina: mi abuelo. Todavia estaba vivo a los 91 anos de edad sufriendo de demencia vascular. A comienzo de ano fue llevado a un geriatrico porque su enferdad hacia imposible que mi pobre made pudiera seguir cuidandolo. Yo no sabia si me iba a reconocer despues de tanto tiempo pero trate de prepararme para lo peor. Lo visite con mi mama y papa en el geriatrico donde estaba desde Enero este ano.
Mientras seguia a mi mama por los pasillos hasta su habitacion todavia tenia esperanzas de que a pesar de que lo veria muy avejentado, su alma aun seria como era antes, alegre. Pense que estaba preparada pero la verdad, no estaba. Lo que vi fue como sacado de una pelicula de terror, su cuerpo fragil atado a una silla de ruedas, su brazos, manos y cara estaban lastimadas y estaba completamente solo. Trate con todo de no llorar mientras mi mama le preguntaba si sabie quien era yo. El murmuraba palabras que yo no entendia pero no importaba, ya habia esperado bastante y no importaba si el sabia quien era yo...Yo sabia quien era EL y lo unico que queria hacer era abrazarlo fuerte y decirle que lo queria.
Mi abuelo fallecio el 6 de Marzo y lo extrano terriblemente, pero se que ahora no tiene mas miedo, no esta mas solo y descansa en paz con mi hermosa abuelita, el amor de su vida.