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Emma Bayle

My grandpa was the kindest man you’d ever meet. He loved to play the organ, the saxophone and the craziest part about that is that he didn’t even know how to read music. The music was inside him and it never left him throughout his whole life. He loved ice cream and was the most down-to-earth, funny guy in the world. We loved listening to him play as well as playing word games led by him.

My favorite memory was listening to him play the organ or the saxophone. Anytime I hear it now I’m reminded of him and comforted by the idea that a piece of him will always be with me. Alzheimer’s turned my grandpa into a man he would have never been in his conscious life. He would sometimes be aggressive with his caregivers because he was so frightened all the time. He was truly the sweetest man in the world and even with his temper at times, they were all still able to see him as the man he always was: he’d give you the shirt off of his back, even if he only owned the one.