When I was a child, he was my hero. I would race him to change the calendar each morning when we woke up. I tagged along with him to the garden to dig up potatoes and to plant corn. He would take me snowmobiling and I always felt safe riding behind him. We would play Atari together. If he liked it, I would like it, from Frosted Mini-Wheat’s to potatoes with lots of butter and pepper. Every Christmas I would buy him Juicy Fruit gum that he would chew to try to help him quit smoking (unfortunately that didn’t work). I used to sit out in the workshop and watch him cut wood with his saw. I was grandpa’s little girl.

Unfortunately as is always the case, reality is a crushing blow. The man that I thought I knew is not the same person that I know now. And that man is coming to live with us. I am not sure how to feel. Or maybe the real truth is that I am not sure I like the way that I do feel.