It was sad to see dementia slowly take our Grandpa from us. The Doctors told us there was no way of telling how long until we would have with him until he had to be put into care. We were just trying to enjoy his clear moments when they came.
So when he took on his “Big Project” we were all hopeful. He was very secretive, working day and night in his shop. Finally came the day to show us what he was working on. It was an … um … bicycle.
The next day we made arrangements for care.
Submitted for Friday Fictioneers
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