Topic: A Family Member You Dislike
Wow. This is going to be an interesting topic. I’m curious to read about a friend blog, if she decided to post about this one 😛
Do we all have that one family member we dislike? Probably. Mine isn’t alive anymore… so does that still count? I’m going with yes.
This would be my grandfather on my dad’s side. Everyone in my family, and maybe even other people, knows exactly what I will be talking about. He was a crotchety old man. A huge crank. If you were to summarize what google the aspects of a crotchety old man you would see his picture.
From all I can remember growing up, he was like this. I’m sure he was happy around other people, maybe, but with us kids, well we were just pains in the butt. Always getting in the way, as should kids do and what you would expect from a kid. We were just not the proper behaving bunch I think he wanted us to be.
I mean, to change our last name to make it seem like we were actually part of the “royal family” is something else. He often referred to Queen Elizabeth as “cousin Lizzie”. I didn’t find this out until later when I had to do a research project based upon the history of my last name. There were other projects, but this one was easier since we do have a published copy of a book called “The Windsor’s”. It has detailed family trees dating back to when my ancestors came across the Atlantic from England on my dad’s side of the family.
I digress a little. Back to my dislike of my grandfather. I guess I grew to deal with his attitude over the years, but he did not make it easy in the end. I remember going to visit him in the nursing home and bringing him some clothes, going to chat, etc. Just to spend some time with him. Little was I expecting him to grace me with a rude outburst of some sort of nonsense. To this day, I don’t exactly remember what it was out. But I went to the nursing station, dropped off the stuff I had in the bag and left crying. I never really forgave him for that. I didn’t fly back to Newfoundland for his funeral. I was living in Ontario at the time. I haven’t gone to see his grave…. I have thought about it… I just haven’t gone there. It’s been quite some time since this happened, and it left that sour taste in my mouth.
He is my dislike. I hope my dad doesn’t become what he was… I’m sure my family will be quick to remind him to not be that crotchety old man!