A story for my YouTube channel — The STATUES in my Grandfathers GARAGE

I never knew my parents, I do remember my mom a bit, she disappeared when I was little and my father, well, I heard he left on the day I was born; some even connected the dots of my father having something to do with my mother’s disappearance, but I wouldn’t know. So I was raised by my grandparents they were strict but very loving; particularly I enjoyed spending time with my grandfather; he taught me a lot about growing into a man, showed me how to shave and talk to women; he even told me how to deal with heartache after my first break up. I knew since my grandparents were much older than me I didn’t have as much time as I would have wanted, but I cherished every minute that was available.

When I was sixteen my grandfather was diagnosed with some type of dementia, it was noticeable; his mind seem to wander bringing up the weirdest things, it broke my heart to see him in such a way. Even more terrifying was the fact he seemed to be aging at a rapid rate, by the time I had finished high school the man I looked up to was a mere shell of his former self, needing assistance from me or my grandmother in every way. This is when he started to say the most bizarre things,

“I got lost in the garage again” is something he would usually tell my grandmother.