Saying Goodbye to Grandfather

“ Dad!” exclaimed my father.  “What the hell are you doing?”

The human jumped up quickly, backing into the fireplace, his face quickly turning a healthier-looking shade of grey.  My grandfather on the other hand, simply looked confused.

“I'm sorry,” he mumbled.  “Dad?  Who?”

“Your son,” answered my father.  “Ray.  And this is your grandson, Calum.”

My grandfather peered at me.  “Son?  Grandson?  I'm sorry. . .”

He looked so confused, sounded so pitiful that, despite his condition, my heart went out to him and I felt as if I wanted to cry.  My father, however, had flown into a rare rage.

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