My grandfather, Alex, has been fighting battles his whole life. He fought through war, illness, immigration, language barriers, deafness, stroke, blindness and the loss of his wife, Nina.
He has a stubborn tenacity to live life fully by working hard, loving deeply, having tremendous faith and doing whatever is required to take care of his family. He is 91 and has built a life to be proud of.
His dementia, his last battle, is not one he is going to win. I am so grateful I got to spend the last few days with him and I am comforted by the fact that he doesn't understand what is happening to him.
I feel like I've been losing the battle lately. So I am going to hold onto that fact that my roots are strong. They hold tight and have faith and I will too.
