Descriptive Essay About My Grandfather

Back when I was a small child, I always saw my Grandpa as a kind, funny, polite man, who I always looked up to. My brother and I used to fight over who got to sit in his chair when we visited because we both wanted to be like him. Despite his age, he was always up for telling stories and jokes (sometimes at the expense of my gran) or playing games like carpet bowls or helping me build a fort out of the boxes in the garage. My brothers and I would always look forward to sleeping over at our grandparents’ house, and when our parents arrived in the morning to take us home, we would hide so we could stay longer.

In the past few years we have been going there more often. But it isn’t as fun as it used to be. Around five years ago my grandfather started suffering from Alzheimer’s. His condition has got worse overtime and it has put a strain on my mum and my gran. Although he is still very polite and makes the occasional joke, he is not the same as he used to be.

I’m not sure when exactly my mother first told me of his condition. I remember being told that he was starting to forget things perhaps a few days before going to visit him – and that when my brothers and I were around him, we shouldn’t talk too much so that he wouldn’t get confused. At the time I didn’t know what to think, since I didn’t know much about Alzheimer’s. I didn’t know how bad his illness was, if he would be fine one day and confused and distressed the next. I hoped that he would only forget things that