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A story of a grandfather |
| Age 73 now i feel as though my life has been accomplished I often look at my children and see myself and my qualities more often than not when i see my granchildren i see a lack of drive and ambition my first grandson made it to university but dropped out my first granddaughter is working as a chef but openly loathes it the plan though was for them to be lawyers,doctors,politicians,pastors am I hard on them with my expectations? maybe thats why the visits have dried up maybe thats why they forget to tell me of the younger sons prison spells the thing is when you get to 70 people think you lose touch the kids of today are only spolit because the parents conflict with us believe me if they listened and we worked together asbo's would be a thing of the past but what do i know ive only been here for 73 years the love of a grandad is unconditional and when they bury me i hope their love is too but i have a strange feeling that bingo the dog been the beneficial owner of my will might ruffle a few feathers! |