My paternal grandfather divorced my grandmother before I was born. He moved far away and had no relationship with me whatsoever. I met him once for a few hours when I was sixteen years old. He was polite but didn’t indicate any kind of feelings for me. When he passed away I felt no sense of loss. You can’t lose what you never had.
I’m now at a stage of life where I am blessed to enjoy the company of my four grandchildren. I can’t imagine having no connection with them. They are part of my life. Part of me. I want to pass down so much of myself to them. I want to leave a legacy they will remember.
My grandfather passed on that chance. I’m in no position to judge. But it sure seems like a waste of life. Love is the only thing that endures. You get as much back as you give out.