since i never knew my dad or any of his family, and my mom's father died when she was 16 i've only gotten the priviledge of having one grandparent. she was such a great woman when i was little. i can remember having to go live with her for a while... (thats a whole other story) and i was always happy there, i never felt neglected or anything, but maybe i was too young to know what neglect was because now that i'm older i really dislike my grandmother, i've heard so many stories of when my mom was a kid.... grandma was horrible to them, she had nine kids, she would do stuff like give them valum to shut them up and i dont think they ever felt what it was like to have a full stomach, and i know that there was alot of kids and money might have been the issue but she could have done something better than smoking her life away, and i dont mean just cigarettes... i've realized that everything she says is a lie and she'll never change...
i love her and i'd cry if she died but i'm truely glad that she's old and can't really ruin anyone elses life.
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