You Cannot Choose Your Family Nor Forgive There Mistakes If All They Do Is Hurt
The best writters write about what they know
So i was told or so the story goes
So what better then to write about than one's very own family and lasting memories
So let me start by saying this is neither a good or happy one to tell
And to this day still leaves a bitter taste and so many questions left unanswered
And is about or revolves around the treatment of my grandad by his only son
My Mum is one of 2 children 7 year's older than her younger brother Thomas
Who used to visit his daughter lisa
regularly who lived right next door adjacent to his childhood home
And when seeing him pulling up the smile upon my granddad face as he used to think our Thomas will be calling in to see us when he is done only to be replaced by pain and embarrassment when he cruely drove away
People used to say and it was widely thought or known in jest that i was my granddads favorite
But i knew that sadly wasn't true and
my place when he looked right through me and nothing i could do say could reconcile his broken heart
Luckily my Mum came home to live and look after her father and nursed him until the day he died when he eventually called in
The prodigal son then returned with will in hand
to take over proceedings from here on in
Better late than never i suppose ?
Oh yeah that's right
Sorry that phrase does not apply
in this case
As to why you let him die or go to his
grave without explaing ?
What exactly he could have done so wrong
to have had such a bitter vindictive son ?
Just how cruel and careless can 1 human be to another
than not to afford them 1 single moment of your precious time
No final word no venting no getting off your chest
no restitution no absolution
You used to go out with his best friend for a pint
to the pub for a drink but never invited him
And told your sister upon her arrival back to look after him
you can come and stay with us you can't stay with him his house is not liveable in
You through whom i ended up buying and owning the deeds to your family home because that you grew up in as a child
because you valued money and wanted your share and half
Who you eventually came to realize that which you prize
I now own i will never sell back to thee
Because what you did to my granddad your father was
genuinely unforgivable
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
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