Increasingly though, since his death, I have begun to associate him with my clothing infatuation, and some of my most vibrant memories connected to clothing come from during his battle with stomach cancer.
A few months later, my grandfather collided with a truck while on that same moped. He suffered from a severe concussion that marked the onset of his Alzheimer’s disease. At first, I ardently believed he would “just get better.” He would just wake up out of the haze that sometimes afflicted his thoughts. It wasn’t like he was confused all the time – he would go days acting completely fine.
In this Op-Ed, Leslie Guzmán explains the complicated grief of losing someone she never met.