For a man I consider a Granddad- Dick Wilson.

Granddad.

As I walked up to the small house, I placed a smile on my lips. I had to remind myself that no matter what changes there was, he'd still be the same man on the inside. The same, loving Dick Wilson. The man who I could honestly consider my Granddad. He wasn't blood family, but he had been more of a Granddad to me in the years that I had known him then just a friend. My grandparents lived miles away, and he had seemed to like me as much as my mum's dad did. We got along great, and when he got sick, I worried about him like I'd worry if it were one of my real blood grandparents.

I walked up to the door and knocked slightly. In my hand was a small gift, with a card that was written in the hand style that he had tought me to use- calligraphy. He had been quite impressed with how quickly I had grasped how to write it. I had written in the style since I had heard he had gotten sick. It tore me into, along with everything else going on that summer. I hoped he couldn't see how broken my eyes were, he could ways tell my emotions from my eyes.

The door opened and his wife, a woman I also considered a grandparent, opened the door. I gave her a hug, before she lead me in to go and see him. He looked so peaceful as he slept nice and sound. He looked like he wasn't even in any pain as what he had was going to wipe his memory and ruin the rest of everything forever. I refused to think like that. Today was my day to see him, and I wasn't about to ruin it by thinking like that.

His blue eyes opened slowly when Mrs. Wilson gently laid her hand on his shoulder. He looked over at me and smiled. "Hey, Granddad Dick," I said, finding myself smiling. "This is for you." I handed him the present and he opened it. He smiled when he held in his hands a little Penguin bank that I had made myself. He gave me a hug before setting it next to him on his dresser.

We talked for hours, and he just forgot about his state and comforted me. And that's what he was to me. A man who could always help take away the nightmares. A man who wasn't afraid to be there for me. No matter what he was going through, he was always there.

I wasn't ready to leave that day, but I knew everything was going to be okay. I knew that one day, I'd have to say goodbye to the wonderful man who had helped me so much. But for right now, he was going to be there. And he was still going to be the same Dick Wilson he had always been. He may be changing rapidly, but he wasn't ever going to change on the inside. And that's where it mattered to all of us. The man he was on the inside, not his memory, not the things he said. Just the man he would always be in our hearts. The man who had touched all of us in so many ways.

And when he goes, I'll know he'll still be with me. And he'll love me forever the way I love him. And that'll never change.