You take trips to visit each other’s houses and get a glimpse of who they were pre-college. You do fashion shows for each other, modeling the clothes you bought after a Saturday afternoon spent at thrift stores. You flop onto each other’s beds to complain about the most minor inconveniences.
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.