I'm gonna vent

every time I read this it reminds me of my grandpa, we too had to put him on a retirement home because of his alzheimer a few months ago and it's hard seeing him get worse but there are moments, like he doesn't remember me, but every time I visit without a fail, he tells me pretty in some way, either he calls me "that pretty lady" to someone else or he directly tells me himself, and it warms my heart because he was always used to shower me with compliments and it's like a part of him still remembers me