The end of May always makes me think of my grandparents. Watching my dad care for my grandfather as dementia took over everything that made him who he was gave me a special appreciation for this comic. He died of a broken hip, after struggling with the nurses who were trying to change him. It was painful watching my grandpa deteriorate but it was harder watching what it did to my dad. But through the entire process, he was patiently there for his dad, helping him eat and change and explaining to him that he was confused in a way that was not derogatory. After my grandpa passed, my dad continued taking care of my grandma for the next year, until she too died, one day after my grandpas birthday. It's been a year since she passed and the chaos has died down, but only a little. Soon my brother will be a dad of his own, and the cycle continues. I was fortunate to be raised in a family that shows the importance of staying by each other's sides through the most painful parts of life. I didn't choose my family, but they have chosen me over and over again. It is something I will always be grateful for.