Just because we’re related doesn’t mean I have to love you or your memory.
Dear Grandpa Prince,
You asshole. No one frightened me as much as you did when I was a young child except maybe my dad and you are the reason for his troubles. You egotistical, insecure, stubborn dick. I tried to love you but I couldn’t — not your memory nor your pathetic excuse as my elder — I still don’t.
Somehow I’m supposed to look past your rough, scornful attitude. Forgive you. Screw that. No forgiveness and no forgetting, that’s my stance. And, I don’t have to forgive to be peaceful inside or go forward with being a better person than you.
Grandfather, you taught me some of the most important lessons in my life and I’ve spent my life working to understand them.
Unlearning your imprint programmed into my subconscious through my Father and little contact with you gives me and has always given me the largest challenge of my life.
You yelled at me for being a child; you grabbed me with an unnecessary crushing grip to force me to play piano your way; you spoke to me with hate and a threatened self-image. Much of this you communicated through your son. But, you managed to fill our moments together with these…
