T from Georgia
I started caring for my Grandpa Zeke as a teenager. He was legally blind so I started helping him with daily tasks around the house and driving him. At the time, we thought he was just getting forgetful. Unfortunately it was the beginning of Alzheimer's which took a great toll on him and our family. After several years of caring for him at home, he became too aggressive physically trying to break free and destroying things that he ended up being put in a nursing home. That time spent at home created a bond that I carry with me. It was never a job but something done out of love and responsibility because I know without a doubt that he would do the same for me or anyone in our family. Watching him get worse as the Alzheimer's got worse was the worst part.