I don’t hate my grandfather, hate is to harsh of a word really. I just wanted him to love me. I longed for him to love me the same as he loved my cousins.
After I left my grandfather, when I was 15 years old it was a few years before I saw him. The next time that I saw my grandfather was when I was 18 years old.
I decided that I wanted to go and visit him. When I approached the old house where I grew up the door was wide open. As I approached the house I stood there looking at him and thought to myself, “That frail man sitting in his rickety old chair chair has ruined my life and now he is so frail.” He changed so much, or have I? Did I realize now that I am older how frail he was and how time has caught up to him.
I said to him in a quiet voice “Hello Papa how are you?”
He answered in his strong deep St. Helena accent, “Hello there girl!”
We talked for awhile and I felt so sorry for him, he was old, blind and frail.
Karma certainly caught up to him and it wasn’t nice at all.
On another note my uncle Lionel was always nice to me and I feel that he secretly disliked my grandfather for being nasty to me.
Uncle Lionel came to visit me in the hospital when I had Hayley and said to me what you got there girl.
God bless you uncle Lionel.
I have always had a soft spot for my Auntie Nora as well she was a victim of circumstance and I will make a post again to talk more about Auntie Nora.