So roughly one month and 13 days ago my last grandparent passed away. It was not expected, but not unexpected. I we to his memorial a couple weeks ago. We sat in this large church with all the other people who knew grandpa. The stories they were telling me was of a grandpa who loved his job, loved people, and loved life. He worked well with the youth, and other pastors would send him their children to him because he was so good with teenagers. He volunteered in so many places and did so much to help people.
The grandpa I knew was a different person. I do have to believe that the grandpa I knew had to in some way shape or form have influence on me becoming a Christian. The grandpa I knew played mind games with me and insulted my intelligence. The grandpa I knew had a short tempter and was not patient. The grandpa I knew was rude. Don't get me wrong, I loved my grandpa. But I think I see a cycle of abuse in my family that shouldn't be there.
