memories

My grandfather died because of colon cancer. I was too young to remember him, but everyone tells me I was his favorite. He doted on me. Maybe because he felt sorry for me. I was the ugly duckling, after all. In the hospital, before his surgery, he walked the aisle holding my little hand. He specifically asked to see me. Maybe it was his way of saying goodbye.

Today, I wonder if a regular colon cleanse could have prevented the disease. It's too late now, but I sure wish he had more options back then. Maybe I would have known him better.