My first impression of Gramp was that he smiled a lot and was outgoing and friendly. When I came around more he would tease me and he was affectionate. He talked out of context, but he didn’t do anything strange and at that time I didn’t notice his senility. I heard stories about how he was, but I felt that maybe he was just playing and doing things to tease Nan, because he would turn around and wink and chuckle.
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Gramp was as bewildered as anyone at the turn of events. At each recurring accident, he’d react with a startled grunt. During the umpteenth trip to the bathroom (we’d quit counting when he hit nine before noon) Dee said, “Oh no, Gramp, you didn’t go in your pants again, did you?”
“No,” replied Gramp, “that other guy did.”
