Summer vacation sucks when 12-year-old Buzz shares his room with a grandpa who has Alzheimerâs disease and his parents forbid him to associate with his best friend. The idea of giving up Mitch is bad enough. But how can he relate to an old man who wears adult diapers and thinks dog biscuits are people cookies? Someone who could die in the night and scare Buzz right out of puberty! (Ages 12 & up)
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|Title of eBook: Down the Memory Hole|
|Release Date: 05-29-2010|
|Publisher: (Indie Author)|
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Down the Memory Hole
I learned the hard way that life doesn’t always turn out the way we plan. For example, when my folks told me on my twelfth birthday I had to share my room with Grandpa Collins, my great plans for summer vacation fell apart.
It all started when the doctor told us Grandpa had Alzheimer’s disease. I knew there wasn’t any cure, and the last thing I needed was watching my favorite grandpa die in my own room.
“Why should I get stuck with him?” I asked my mother. “Why not Sara?”
Mom laid a stack of waterproof sheets on the bare mattress of the hospital bed. She hadn’t said much about the situation after the first shock, but she knew she’d get most of Grandpa’s care whether she wanted it or not. Now she sighed and shook her head.
“Think about it, Buzz. Your sister’s almost fifteen. Sara can’t share her room with a man. And even if she did, we couldn’t expect Grandpa to climb those stairs. My goodness, he’s so wobbly he could fall and break a hip.”
She opened my closet and peered inside.
“Now stop whining and bring me those boxes. I’ll put them in here for now.”
“My closet isn’t big enough for both our stuff.”
“Sure it is, honey. Just move your things over.”
A stack of cartons sat on the floor at the foot of the bed. I picked up the biggest one and carried it over....