How can I tell you son that for all the thoughts hatred that you have don’t turn your back on your granddad, the man who saw his daughter in law struggling with her walking stick at the shops and came and carried her bag for her and let her hold his arm and walk slowly back to the car, the man who had two portions of cottage pie and loved every mouthful, the man who stood and did the washing up because I had cooked, the man who liked being in his house and felt comfortable in his living room with his dated furniture surrounded by his memories feeling relaxed because all the shit that had been left around the living room by your sister had been removed and put into a bag for your sister to take care of, your sister who is denying she has an alcohol problem and is convincing you that the fault lies with me and your dad, I am not telling lies I am not telling lies I am not telling lies
