About generational clash
• About generational collision
This story is about me and my grandfather. About generational clash. On the tragic relationship between them. On Understanding and misunderstanding. About love and selfishness. And memory, namely it helps people to understand themselves and become better
At the end of 2012 I moved to my grandfather. He has lived for several years alone, every day he grew weaker and have needed help.
I entered the room of his grandmother - she died of cancer on the bed 6 years ago. Since the room was as if conserved - there is not even one sign.
The grandfather was 16 when World War II began. He wanted to get to the front twice and a friend ran out of the house, but they are chafing from the train. Grandpa was not a sailor and not fight, so I was curious as to why he made such a tattoo. He said that such tattoos were very popular among young people during the war, the young people were proud of the military and wanted to feel ownership of them.
His memory has weakened with each passing day - and the number of medications increased. I made him a schedule.
The grandfather lost all sense of time. He has rested, napped, but said that he never had enough time - as if the whole day was busy with something. In those days, when he was going to cook the soup, he would get up 2 hours earlier to catch everything.
The grandfather smoked more than 70 years, he said, the doctor told him that he could die, if it is cast.
He had glaucoma and cataracts in both eyes - do the operation was too late, and he lost his sight every day.
Our first trip for 3 months. Grandpa holding on to my hand and could only walk around the house. Despite his weakness, we are having a great time and talked a lot more than before.
88th birthday. Grandpa does not allow us to celebrate in a big room - and we sat as a family in a very cramped kitchen. It was a complete lack of sense of celebration.
The ritual of shaving takes him at least half an hour, when I tried to shave it, it turned out that this is a very painful procedure.
A few days later, I again persuaded him to go out into the street. But the walk lasted only 5 minutes, he already does not have the strength. More grandpa on the street do not come out.
was on the right spot on the table all the grandfathers. I was strictly forbidden that any move or remove.
Grandpa says little, almost not moving. Line connection between him and the world is becoming thinner and thinner every day. The most difficult thing becomes to continue to perceive it as a person. He was dozing in a chair - you sit in his room for a laptop and do their own thing.
Grandpa died May 1st. I can only hope that in his last days he felt that he was not alone.