How my grandfather ruined my entire life

Hello and welcome back to a new video.

Today we'll be talking about my

grandfather and how my life was turned

upside down. Today we'll be analyzing how

certain events may have shaped me into the

person that I became. So join me on this

journey as we travel back in time to where

it all began with Philip W. Lord, the man

who was sent to Africa to fight for our

freedom, the mastermind behind the

construction of our house, the man that

would raise 5 sons and leave a legacy

spanning generations, the man that may

have ruined my entire life.

My grandfather started off life as a baby

boy in the year of 1919, shortly after

World War 1. When World War 2 began, he

was around 20, in his early 20s, and he

was conscripted into the British Army. He

was sent to Africa and And because he knew

Morse code, he was spared from being sent

to the front lines. I think he spent most

of the war behind the front lines doing

communication work or radio work. I'm not

too sure, but I don't think he saw a lot

of action. My dad told me that he used to

spend a lot of his free time during his

breaks when he wasn't doing war stuff. He

used to spend his free time planning the

house. My dad once told me that my

granddad's entire unit was wiped out

because they all decided to go into town

for a drink or something. But my granddad

wasn't really a very sociable person, and

he decided to stay back and not join them.

And instead, he was planning the house

like usual, you know, drawing out

blueprints and plotting dimensions. His

entire unit got blown up because they

drove over a landmine. If my granddad was

really outgoing and joined the rest of his

unit, he would have also been blown up.

My dad told me that my granddad always

used to say that the house saved his life.

And it kind of did, if you think about it.

So it seems as though being introverted

and antisocial can actually save your

life. After the war, my granddad came back

to England a changed man. Something

happened in Africa to him that really

stressed him out, and he suffered from

PTSD. But he went ahead with his plans for

the house, and he started building it,

and he completed it, and married a woman,

and had 5 sons. One of those sons would

become my dad. From what I've heard from

my dad and my uncles, it wasn't a very

happy family life. My granddad was a bit

of a slave driver. He would make my uncles

and my dad do hard manual labor outside,

doing gardening, digging holes, laying

concrete. And his depression and PTSD

caused him to become very violent and

depressed, and things didn't really turn

out very well. My granddad and my

grandmother got divorced and the family

was split into 2. My grandmother took 2 of

the kids, including my dad, and the

remaining kids stayed behind with my

grandfather. I think the whole family

situation was just very tragic and

heartbreaking. I was a little surprised to

find out that my granddad was such a

violent and unpleasant person to live

with, because when I was a kid, I kind of

remember him as this very quiet, gentle

man who didn't really say much. He always

had a faint smile on his face. When I

was a young child, I didn't really like

him because I thought he was a bit creepy.

At family gatherings, he would just sit

there in the corner, not really saying

anything. I don't actually remember him

ever speaking for some reason. He was a

very quiet person. But the main reason why

I didn't like him very much when I was a

kid was because I kind of blamed him for

my family moving to his house. After he

passed away, my dad sold our old house and

bought my granddad's house, and then we

had to move into that house. And the house

wasn't a very nice house. It was all

falling apart. It was a very ugly looking

house because my granddad stopped working

on it because of his depression. I was

really upset about moving house because

the old house was really nice. My dad put

a lot of work into making the house a nice

house, and my best friend Ricky lived next

door, and all of my school friends from

school lived nearby. The first year at the

new house was pretty bad. There was no

electricity, no hot water. During winter,

we had this tiny little electric heater,

and we would gather around it in the

mornings because it was so cold. The

inside of the house was in a terrible

state. The wood was all rotting, there

were insects all over the place. It was

kind of like living in one of those

abandoned houses. It took me a long time

to get adjusted and get used to the new

house. I really missed my best friend

Ricky. I missed all of my school friends

from school, and I kind of resented my

granddad. I resented him because I kept

thinking, well, if he only passed away a

few years later or 5 years later, then my

dad wouldn't have to move me into a

horrible school that I hated, and I would

have had a happy school life, maybe a

happier child life. With all of my friends

at my other school that I actually enjoyed

going to. Obviously, I'm an adult now and

I don't blame him anymore. That was when I

was a kid. I was a stupid kid, and yeah,

I used to think it was his fault.

Obviously, it's not his fault for passing

away. Even though he wasn't the best

husband or father, I kind of respect the

man because I think he accomplished a lot

and achieved a lot of his dreams. He

survived the war, He had big dreams to

build a family, build a house, and he did

those things. Okay, he didn't finish the

house, but he had a good go at it, and

it's a pretty impressive house. And then

his son, or my father, carried on working

on the house, and today it's a beautiful

house that's nearly finished. You might

look at the house and think, wow, that's a

beautiful house, but things aren't that

simple. It took a lot of time and hard

work and money and effort turn it into the

beautiful house that it is today. I feel

kind of sad because there were still lots

of things my dad wanted to do to finish

the house, to make it better. He wanted to

add a loft conversion, he wanted to finish

the garden and the driveways, and there

were a few more rooms that needed a bit

more work. And in a way, I do feel a

little bit guilty for not following in his

footsteps. I think my dad would have been

very proud of me if I just got a normal

job and then saved up money and continued

his work, continued where he left off.

There is a part of me inside of me that

wants to carry on the legacy, carry on my

granddad's work, carry on my father's

work, make the house even better. But I

keep wasting my time messing around with

Japanese women and playing Rainbow Six and

Self-serialing. I'm no builder. I don't

know how to do DIY. I don't know how to

build things. I don't even know how to mix

cement or make concrete or lay bricks.

But there is one thing I know how to do.

I know how to play Minecraft, and I am

going to dedicate the rest of my life to

making the best goddamn replication

reconstruction of my grandfather and my

father's house. In Minecraft. I don't care

how long it takes. I don't care if it

takes 2 months, 6 months, a year,

5 years, 10 years. I will recreate every

single brick, block by block. I might not

be a very good son or YouTuber or person

in general, but there is one thing I have,

and that's time. I have a lot of time, a

lot of free time and patience, and I'm

going to recreate everything— the house,

the garden, the driveways, the roads. I'm

going to recreate the entire village that

the house is in, even the church, even the

gravestone where my granddad is now

buried. I also want to finish the projects

that my dad didn't manage to finish, such

as the loft conversion, the garden, the

driveway, the vegetable patch my dad was

planning to do after he retired. I think

this is going to be a lot of fun. It's

going to take time and effort, but I think

it's going to be worth it in the end. I

can just Picture it now. It's going to

look amazing, and I hope this makes you

proud of me,