I would hate to think that I inherited any of the traits from my Grandfather on my Dad's side and I know my Dad would agree with that he was a particularly nasty piece of work. At my Grandmother's funeral, my Dad's mother, who he had been very cruel through their marriage tried to draw me to sit beside him but it was discouraged by my parents. Would my life had been different if I had sat by him forgetting what he was like? I will never know, if I had given him the chance to talk to me I would have been disloyal to my Dad. Despite all that he went on to live right into his 90s ironically living with the daughter he was particularly bad to and inherited everything when he did die. Strange world.