My father is slowly declining in an assisted living facility. It costs a fortune because we have to provide 24-hr a day sitters to be with him. The last time I saw him I don't think he knew who I was.
Yes, my last memory of my grandfather was him mistaking me for a friend of his. I'd rather my children and grandchildren see me finish my race strong and with my wits about me, then drugged into a stupor.