My grandad died 30 years ago this year and I wish I could reserect him so I could punch him in the face for how he treated me as a child. He got a kick out of making others feel like sh:it. My other grandad fought and survived in a warzone among death and hell. He was traumatised, but he treated his children and grandkids with nothing but kindness and love. My mean grandad had it so easy in comparison to my good one and he was a pri.ck anyway. Nobody talks about the mean one ever since he died, the good one? I named my son after him so his name will be spoken every day.