when I was 6 my great-granddad died of Alzheimer's. he was an amazing man. I miss him dearly even though it has been nine years, I guess because I was so young when he died I feel I never got to say a proper goodbye. I never really cried about it due to my age but a coupe of months ago my friend saw her gran whilst on the school bus, she obviously got off the bus and walked her gran home and I guess it just hit home that I would never see him or hug or even get to tell him that I love him so much and that he has effected my life so much in just the space of 6 years. He was such a big part of my life because he was the only elderly person in my family.