I don’t remember your walking, but I remember your steps
My grandfather was living with Alzheimer’s disease for the last 20 years of his life. My memories don’t reach far enough I could remember him walking or talking. When I was old enough to remember, he already changed. Even though I never met the real him, I got to know him through my family. I listened to the stories about him, explored our family archive and walked one of his regular paths through the forest.
