Ive been through alot as a child. Adoption, three different fathers, 50,000 dollars in court battles, and yad yad yad.
Kenneth my grandfather has always been there, but because of the adoption Im not his grandchild. Im not even a relative. To me it is just blood that matters, yet i cant see him when hes in the hospital or when the time comes for his death bed.
Papa has been diagnosed with Skin Cancer, and Alzheimers. His memory isnt sliping very fast or too vastly but its enough that its starting to scare me. Hes has had to have a skin graph sugery and series of it after that and is starting to heal but he doesnt look the same, and I dont like it.
Im worried he wont be around for my children and it scares me. I never know how his brain will chage over night and im scared he wont remember me one day and ill just be a lost memory. I dont think i can go through it, and I wont.

