Welcome back.... I didn't know you had gone... Trip with family I take it?

Femm

Yeah, I had to go pay respects to my late grandfather.

Ahh At least you got to meet yours I take it, I never did. Both of mine were gone before I was born, sadly.

I'm sorry, did you know what they were like?

I've heard stories about both of them, and saw photos of them. I kinda have an idea what they were both like. But it's not like knowing the real person.

Thats true, very true. Nothing like meeting the person that makes you miss them even more.

Oh wow that must've been amazing

Always great to meet your grandparents, assuming they live overseas or out-of-state. I never really cared for my step-grandparents, maybe that's just because I have to deal with them regularly.

Sometimes we take things for granted, not accusing you or anything if I come across as such. But I really felt the effects of that when I was there.

It also has to with respect. I respect my grandfather(who lives in Texas) because of the amazing individual he is. He taught my father strong work ethic, life skills, and how to survive a nuclear Apocalypse. My father passed his skills to me in turn, except for most of the post-apocalyptic survival stuff. Growing up I thought my father was cruel, until I grew older and learned to appreciate what he taught me. My father was raised similarly.

Unlike my father and grandfather my step-grandparents are an entirely different breed. They have no life skills, self-restraint, or manners in any sense. They openingly insult and abuse my father's kindness, and lie repeatedly to him and others. They have 4 biological children, 3 who live in the same city who refuse to help them in any way. When my step-grandpa was sick with cancer my father did their coffee business for him and several months after, needlessly to say not ONE of the children that plopped out of my step-grandma helped in any way or form. My father spent COUNTLESS hours using a manual coffee roaster roasting coffee and running the farmer markets to support my grandparents. You have to understand that we live in Tucson, Arizona. It's a barren desert here so it's an average of 100-120 degrees outside in open sunlight, added to scalding hot roosting coffee it's a bloody hellhole. Several times a week my father would drag that 800-900 pound antique roaster and roast coffee for them almost unconditionally. The ONE condition he made was for my grandfather to order the proper coffee for what he advertized and sold. Sumatra for Sumatra, decafe and regular ect... There are serious legal and health punishments for such things. Someone who is caffeine sensitive could end up dead if they consume regular caffeinated coffee. My father noticed my step-grandpa didn't order decafe for several months and was selling regular coffee labeled as decafe at the markets. My father confronted him about it, my grandpa lied initially then when my father brought proof forward he pretty much told my father to go f*ck himself. My step-grandpa then called up nearly everybody in the family and lied about the whole thing and making my father out to be this complete asshole who refused to roast my grandpa's coffee and run his business, basically, for no good reason. I was there helping my father and witnessed the whole thing. NOBODY believed my father or me at the time, and still don't believe us. Lying is repulsive, lying and slandering an innocent honest person a liar who helped you when nobody else would is even worse. My step-granfather didn't just piss on our kindness, he shit on it, puked, shit on it again, then threw it in the trash.

They throw money at problems to make them go away rather than solve them themselves. I remember as a small child my step-grandmother told me to get the f*ck out of her house after a minor comment I made on the age of the books on the shelf. I'm not even going to go into talking about the time my father spent 4 hours driving up a mountain to jump-start my step-granparent's car on the top of a mountain when they went camping.

I don't respect manipulative ungrateful people.

What a huge block of text.

No biggie man (no pun intended) but yes, I am familiar with that kinf of stuff, thankfully not from my own kin, but that from other people.