I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't go visit you. I just could not face you. The man I always loved who took me to school and reminded me to wear shorts under my skirts is not you anymore. You've very nearly lost your mind. You don't remember my name and when you do you punish me for something that happened fifteen years ago. Hatred staining that wrinkled face of yours. The next second you tear up howling at the top of your lungs, "Who hurt my little girl? I'll kill them." You're not the man you were twenty years ago. I just couldn't face this person who stood before me. I'm really so sorry, Grandfather.