Saying Goodbye to Grandfather

My grandfather looked at them with a dazed expression then up at my father, and back to the human man.  Then his face paled to grey and with a gargled yell, he launched himself up at my father, his son, and clamped a hand around his throat.

I screamed and dived at the both of them, begging and pleading with them to stop, then orderlies in white coats were rushing past me, I was flung into a wall, and the next thing I knew, my father was escorting me from the room, the skin on his right cheek, torn and hanging low.

That was the last time I saw my grandfather undying, and I never did forget it.

©2009





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