Dear Diary,

My uncle is slowly turning into my grandfather.

The shouting and the arrogance, the loudness of everything. It's like my grandfather has risen from the ashes. I know they are kind-hearted people who only want the best for the people they love.

How do you credit someone who has good intentions for behaving nastily? What are they so afraid of that they have to instill this form of superiority amongst others? Do they just blatantly think they're better than them?

My grabdfather achieved the wealth he deserved while working away from his children for such a long time. The very little time he had with his family, his arrogance was tiptop but he was very giving. By his death, a lot of people hated him, but they were swept under the rug. He wasn't that violent, but he was when he was drunk. He didn't hurt women as far as I knew. But he was strict of his grandchildren, and I hated him for it. I remember he would always ask me to get or do something for him as I was growing up. I'd get a beating rarely as I was kind of a good child- I feared him, but towards my high school days I remember hating him.

He rarely was home because of his job. He had lots of adventures in his life and I remember him telling them over and over again, it was sickening, but now that I remember them I kind of get emotional. He was so lovable, but he left us with the burden of his irresponsibility. He touched the hearts of many, but his siblings hated him the most, his family thought of him as a burden.

It was sad. I don't want my cousins to look at my uncle like that. I don't like him that much, but I see his intentions and I wish he could express it in a nicer way eventually. I also am bad at expressing what I mean, it might be an issue we all are dealing with in a common environment.

Izzy's Dear Diary