And I don't know how to feel about it.
He was abusive to his first wife and to my dad. Physically and emotionally. He was a functioning alcoholic. He never showed much interest in me and I haven't seen him for three years. He died of cancer in his sleep.
I feel...kind of relieved because he upset so many people and now he's gone, but also sad because, well, he was still my granddad and despite everything I still loved him.
I don't know. I just feel like I need to write it all out.